Misha, while calling out Yi Lian's name, did not slack in his actions. His whip flew toward the waiter, so fast that it was impossible for a human to dodge. The whip wrapped around the waiter's neck and pulled him over.
"I will fight you to the death!"
Seeing her companion in danger, Yan Zhi drew her blade and slashed at Misha. However, before she could get close, the white palm wind from earlier struck her again, "Pfft -" her chest shaken, Yan Zhi spat blood, falling backward like a kite with a broken string.
"Be careful!" The large, dark-skinned man facing Xia Xue flew forward and saved Yan Zhi from crashing into the giant rock. "Don't worry about me! Save him!"
At this moment, Misha had already pulled the waiter in front of him.
