"Stop!"
Just when the daggers were less than one meter away from Jun Mohuang, a breeze blew over, and the daggers lost all of their killing intent.
Jun Mohuang felt a warmth behind her, and she found herself in Di Lingtian's arms.
After seven muffled sounds were heard, the seven daggers spun around, and were inserted into the chests of the seven men in black.
From the time the men in black attacked Jun Mohuang to the time Di Lingtian hugged her in his arms, everything happened at the speed of light, and it did not even last a second.
Jun Mohuang even suspected that everything was an illusion before her death.
Di Lingtian hugged her tightly, and a storm surged in his bloodshot eyes.
In the storm, there was a trace of anxiety and fear.
It was definitely an illusion. How could someone so powerful be anxious and fearful?
"I will get even when we go back!"
