In an instant, his eyes turned white and he slumped down, his fate between life and death unknown.
"Xiao Lu!"
A roar rose, and Ji Jue's opponent behind him cursed, "Son of a bitch, let go of me!"
The air seemed to solidify in an instant, gripping Ji Jue's body like shackles, but then they shattered amidst the wild spinning of motors.
Ji Jue turned and swung the woman in his hand into his attacker's embrace, "Happy to oblige!"
The man was shocked and stumbled backward trying to catch her, but before he could react, he saw a flash of silver light, like a spider, leaping onto his face!
He fell to the ground, no longer caring for the person in his arms, scratching his face wildly, but he couldn't tear it away.
At the other end, Ji Jue hadn't had the chance to seize the opportunity to attack fiercely. Instead, he stumbled in an instant.
He didn't steady himself.
Because the marble floor beneath his feet had suddenly softened like mud, rising up and wrapping around his legs.
