Hidden deep in the nearby bushes, Xia Nan had witnessed almost the entire exchange between Ailiruila and Old Sang the hunter, and had more or less pieced together why the banshee had attacked him in the Goblin Nest.
Now, seeing Ailiruila lose control again and attack her husband without a shred of reason, Xia Nan naturally stopped watching from the sidelines. He stepped in to help.
Tooth Hunt's explosive speed over short, straight distances had already far exceeded what his current profession level should have allowed. From Old Sang's perspective, one moment he had been frozen in terror, his body too stiff to move, confronted by his wife charging toward him, the unfamiliar, savage expression on her familiar face, and the chilling negative energy pouring from her.
The next moment, a piercing wolf howl swept toward him from afar. A tremendous force struck his side, and he instinctively closed his eyes. Wind roared past.
When he opened them again, he was no longer where he had been standing.
Xia Nan had dissipated most of the excess force, but the lingering momentum from that brief, high-speed movement still sent Old Sang stumbling backward several steps before he fell onto his backside.
A short distance ahead, his wife, now a banshee, lunged through the spot where he had originally stood. Beside him was the powerful, mild-mannered young adventurer with short black hair.
The sudden arrival of two adventurers who should have been resting in the village, coupled with his wife's abrupt loss of control, had shaken Old Sang so badly that he could no longer think. Even now, disheveled and helpless, he kept repeating pleas such as, "It isn't like that," and, "Please don't kill her."
Xia Nan glanced at him. Seeing his condition, he said nothing, merely leaving him among the