"You think… just with your measly strength, you can stop me from killing her?"
Almost the instant the gold-ranked killer's mocking voice fell, a powerful aura surged forth again, like a breached dam, crashing straight toward Wyatt Barnes and slamming heavily against his chest.
In that instant—
Bang!
Wyatt's chest shuddered, his whole body stumbling back several steps, and a mouthful of congested blood sprayed from his lips at just the right moment, leaving him looking rather bedraggled.
"Wyatt!"
Leilany, who was being shielded behind Wyatt, saw this and her expression changed drastically; a chill rose in waves between her perfectly shaped autumn eyes.
A cold aura spread out from her in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, many things in the backyard seemed to have been draped in a layer of silver.
It was frost, formed from condensed cold energy.
"Leilany."
