However, the blow never came.
Lai Mingjie felt the sudden swish of freezing wind on his face. He tore his eyes open and caught a blur of Dunzhao escaping to the far side. A familiar ball of freezing wind found its way to Lai Mingjie's face, only to be imploded by the power inside the aviators he didn't lose on his roll.
A growl came from the other demon. He felt a deep threat from the depths of his heart as soon as the freezing wind came. He had to cancel his attack and evade, instantly enraged by the immortal that had come to Emodao's aid. Emodao's aid? He would spat if he had the time. Why did his proud king turn out to be like this now?
"Dunzhao of the Torn, surrender." An immortal descended with his company by the other end of the bridge, blocking Dunzhao's path to the Crimson City.
