"Who are you? What do I owe you? I don't even know you." Bai Tang was bewildered, anxious for Hong Yi, and abruptly shook off Nie Jiuque's hand.
But he couldn't shake it off.
The other's hand was like iron pincers, with a force that seemed to crush his wrist bones.
Bai Tang winced in pain, turned and glared angrily at Nie Jiuque.
"Let go."
The hatred and restrained murder in the opponent's eyes only made Bai Tang more confused.
"You don't owe me, but that guy inside you does."
The words had a chilling effect.
"Nonsensical."
Bai Tang shook off Nie Jiuque's hand again, and just as they were pulling, one of the black-clad figures originally immobilized by Nie Jiuque suddenly moved.
The silhouette charged at Bai Tang like a phantom, holding a magic artifact emitting eerie black energy.
Nie Jiuque protected Bai Tang while reaching out to block.
