"Tian'er, hold on here for a moment! I'll return with reinforcements, don't be afraid, I'll definitely come back to save you!" The young unicorn man hastily left these words behind.
He spat a mouthful of blood, twisted his hands in a gesture, and the blood mist transformed into a strange pattern, enveloping him completely. In a flash, his figure disappeared.
"Leave him to you!" Zhang Xiaohao's eyes turned cold.
"Alright!" Hei Wuchang responded.
With a single slap, the surroundings trembled as nature's spiritual energy wildly converged. A massive black hand, forged entirely from the spiritual energy, reached into the void and slapped down hard.
Boom!!!
A figure, battered and disheveled, was slammed out of the void; it was the young unicorn man who had just attempted to escape using some Escape Skill.
"Trying to escape with an Escape Skill before me? Did you ask for my permission?" Hei Wuchang sneered.
