He was wreathed in an Eerie aura so dense it would not disperse!
It was the vicious, baleful energy left behind by countless living beings who had died horrific deaths!
Yang Yong's expression darkened. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, power surging within him.
Behind him, a phantom of the Heavenly Dragon Slash appeared.
Three hundred and sixty-five flying blades whirled rapidly around him.
They formed an impenetrable defense, keeping him and Wang Ying securely protected at its center.
If the man dared to attack, he would strike back immediately.
However.
At the sight of this battle-ready response, the man's eyes suddenly lit up.
He raised his head and stared fixedly at Yang Yong, his gaze burning.
It was as though he intended to stare a flower into existence on Yang Yong's face.
Yang Yong froze.
What was going on?
Why was he staring at me?
Being stared at that way by a man.
Yang Yong felt his whole body tingle, his scalp nearly exploding.
If a beautiful woman had looked at him like that, he could have indulged himself in thinking he was handsome.
But this was a dangerous individual covered in an Eerie aura. That look was far too frightening!
The stare unnerved Yang Yong, and he finally could not help breaking the silence first.
"Are you Wang Ying's younger brother, Wang Che?"
The man did not answer immediately. His gaze remained on Yang Yong for a long time.
Yang Yong inwardly cursed him as a lunatic.
He was somewhat tempted to wake Wang Ying. After all, one more fighter meant one more chance of survival.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch Wang Ying.
A low, hoarse voice slowly emerged from Wang Che's mouth.
That voice held far too many complicated emotions.
Guilt, longing, resentment, and despair