Shui Yingrong charged out at the head of the group. The first thing he saw was Yu Siqing, bound by two pitch-black chains.
Jiang Wang was pursuing him through the clouds, sword raised to kill.
At the same time, the sudden pressure weighing down on him made Shui Yingrong's heart tighten. But he had no time to think further. He immediately manifested his Sea Lord True Form and beat his wings, blocking Jiang Wang's path.
When two foes met on a narrow road, courage was what kept one standing.
He was saving Yu Siqing, but he was also showing courage and reclaiming his dignity.
Slash!
A sword swept across, its cold light cutting through the air. A head flew high.
The eyes wide open on that head were filled with shock, fear, and disbelief!
He had never been a match for Jiang Wang to begin with, and now he was further suppressed by this region. Rushing forward in haste to block him, he hadn't even lasted a single exchange!
Shui Yingrong had underestimated the suppression imposed by this region. He also hadn't expected Jiang Wang, after fighting fiercely for so long, to still have such killing power!
He knew perfectly well that he was no match for Jiang Wang. He had only meant to hold him off for a moment. If he could buy that moment and help Yu Siqing escape his bonds, perhaps they could laugh away their grudges and make amends for having retreated before the Boundary River in the Ding Wei Region.
But he hadn't even managed to stop him for a moment.
His death was bitterly unfair, but his interception had allowed the ten Sea Race squads behind him to pour out in succession.
A full hundred Sea Race fighters instantly filled the ground before the