"Qingqing!!"
The instant Jiang Dali saw the woman Divine Speed Guardian held captive, his brows shot up in rage. The muscles along his cheeks stiffened like stone, and a wild fury surged straight to his head. Every blood vessel in his body seemed ready to burst as savage flames nearly flashed from his eyes.
"Stop! Aaaah!!! Don't force me!!"
Divine Speed Guardian's eyes bulged wide. Seeing the enormous, burly man wrapped in black-gold patterns about to crash toward him like a meteor, the pressure from over thirty meters away made the air tremble and compress as if it were iron. He could barely breathe, his heart quaked, and his body seemed ready to go limp.
All his prior thoughts of using the woman in his hands to force Jiang Dali into submission had become impossible to act upon. Even the other man's furious gaze, as though he wished to devour someone alive, felt like a flaming sledgehammer smashing into the depths of his soul. A weak, despairing feeling spread through his body, and he could not even move a finger.
In that single instant.
The thirty-meter distance vanished in the blink of an eye.
As the suffocating, terrifying pressure approached with Jiang Dali's muscular body, Divine Speed Guardian was suddenly seized by intense regret. His heart seemed ready to leap from his throat, and only one thought arose in his mind—what if, what if the Black Wind Stronghold Master truly did not care whether the woman in his hands lived or died—
That thought had barely surfaced.
With a boom, a fierce wind struck his face!
The bamboo hat atop Divine Speed Guardian's head was blown straight off, revealing a hardened yet terrified face. Amid the mutual pull of their auras, Jiang Dali's instincts had already sensed the message of