Then came three loud thuds—heavy bodies slamming into the ground.
Through his hopeless tears, Bao Bei saw a strong figure in blue standing there, glowing gold in the light. Because of the tears and the backlight, he couldn't see the face or form clearly. But Bao Bei knew. He knew who it was.
In disbelief, Bao Bei whispered softly,
"Jihl…"
It was like Jihl had appeared in answer to his cry.
The two men noticed someone approaching from the street and quickly drew their swords.
The man walked forward, crunching over the stone, with the light behind him. He didn't stop. His face wasn't visible, but the fury radiating off of him was overwhelming.
The two men shivered. But when they saw that the man hadn't reached for the sword at his waist, they raised their own weapons.
In that instant, the air around the man surged like a wave. The next moment, the two men were flung backward through the air and slammed into the far wall of the alley.
"Gwah!"
"Guuh!"
