The Demon Hunter Leader was not the only one pursuing them. While Hao Ren stood there dazed for a moment, he suddenly felt a chill rise from his back. The air beside him twisted, and a small figure suddenly appeared less than half a meter away, thrusting a silver-white blade at him!
At such close range, with such a ruthless and decisive assassination, compounded by the suddenness of Spatial Teleportation and the nearly depleted shield capacity, things could hardly have been worse. Hao Ren's mind went blank, but the expected pain never came. Izax had somehow already flashed to his side. The small man in the black trench coat had only just raised his blade when the great demon seized him by the neck and threw him away.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye, so quickly that even Vivian failed to see it clearly.
"You're the Demon Hunters of this world?" After throwing the small man away, Izax dusted off his hands. He showed no intention of chasing after him to continue the fight, merely looking calmly at the two Demon Hunters.
His move had been so effortless that it seemed he had merely dealt with a trivial nuisance. Hao Ren, however, felt cold sweat trickling down the back of his neck. The two Werewolves were likewise filled with uncertainty. They stared at Izax's huge frame, which had absolutely nothing to do with "agility," and could not for the life of them understand how a burly man over two meters tall could move as swiftly as the wind. Casa Eben believed he could also move as swiftly as the wind, but his version was more like a typhoon. There was no comparison between that and Izax's ability to flash ten meters away without disturbing a single blade of