"Just like this."
Suddenly, Roland had appeared in front of Hasten Ressenbor, his body devoid of any breath circulation, giving an abrupt illusion, yet causing no reaction other than making Hasten Ressenbor feel the abruptness.
Boom!
Hasten Ressenbor's sharp claws wrapped around Roland's fist, immobilizing it, "Your strength is merely this, truly disappointing."
While speaking, an explosive burst came along with Hasten Ressenbor, and a terrifying, visible pressure emerged around him, turning the sky above into a deep crimson under its oppression, making everyone feel heavily suffocated instantly.
Zhang Xiaobo could confirm that it was this terrifying pressure that made him daunted to resist.
Mengdie's expression appeared strained, as if silently combating a great force.
