The Night of the Bloody Invasion [9]

"Jia?"

Zhao Tain muttered in surprise, looking at Li Jia who was dashing towards him.

Hurriedly reaching Zhao Tian, Li Jia jumped into his arms as her hand shot up around his neck.

"Tian!"

Li Jia clung to him tightly, her breathing ragged from the frantic flight across the battlefield.

She buried her face into his shoulder, fingers clutching the fabric of his robes like she never wanted to let go. "Tian!"

Zhao Tian was about to respond, but his eyes narrowed.

WHOOSH! A figure shot toward them... an evil cultivator in disguise, using the chaos to strike at him while he was distracted.

The man's blade glinted under the dim crimson sky, aimed straight for Zhao Tian's back.

VRMMMM!

A pulse of spatial energy erupted from Zhao Tian's body, and the cultivator's body twisted unnaturally.

His limbs bent at sickening angles, and his body crumpled as if squeezed by an invisible force.