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"Don't test my patience, little one, it's only because you brought that thing here that I'm even giving you this chance," Lady Nicopolis stepped forward, raising her right hand and her long claws reached for Fang Hong's throat.
Fang Hong instinctively tried to dodge, but it was futile. A flash of cold light, and her claws were already on his neck. A chill rose from his neck, making him stiffen, feeling the icy tips against his skin, not daring to breathe too heavily.
But though he stopped, his expression didn't look too unnatural; instead, he carefully used his peripheral vision to glance at the others—this all happened in the blink of an eye. Atira, Xiesta still held their weapons, maintaining their positions moving towards this direction.
Tianlan and Gita watched with tense expressions, their faces filled with bated breath and concern.
