"Ah!"
The warriors of the assault team nearby exclaimed in shock, but there was no time for them to stop it. Li Jialing was too fast and too intimidating, like a bloodthirsty lion that had been enraged. He gave the feeling that he would die together with whoever was bold enough to intervene.
The Immortal Cultivators who had been through hundreds of battles and killed more people than they could count were all stunned for half a second by the fury that the young man had burst out after more than ten years of repression.
Tu Zhengdao, the deputy leader of the Deep Sea Legion and the captain of the First Assault Team, was the only one who sniffed despite his surprise and stomped on the ground, meaning to separate the two of them.
However—
While he was fast enough, somebody was even faster than him. Just the moment when he was about to leap forward, he felt that somebody pressed his shoulder softly.