Jian stared at the blade in his hand. It was large, heavy, and sharp with a rough handle. He cursed under his breath because Kyle had already vanished from his sight.
"That fast guy. Doesn't he know I am not good with blades, especially the heavy ones? Ugh, I will just go with it until I have more divine energy in my body."
He scratched his head and rushed over to Xavier to help him out. The gray-haired man was shooting him dirty looks because Kyle and Jian started chatting instead of lending him a hand. Just as he reached Xavier, a woman's cry pierced the air behind him.
This time, the scream was so excruciating and tormenting that it sent chills down the spines of everyone who heard it. It felt like someone was trying to extract the person's soul and break it into pieces.
