Before Xia Liu and Bai Zhengyang could respond, the black‑clothed man's body gradually faded.
Until he completely disappeared above the sea.
In the next moment, the thunderclouds in the sky also dispersed.
The clear Heaven and Earth reappeared.
Xia Liu clasped his fists toward Bai Zhengyang in gratitude: "My thanks to Envoy Bai for saving me today."
"It's a pity we let him escape."
Bai Zhengyang had originally wanted to join forces with Xia Liu to capture that black‑clothed man.
Unfortunately, the other party's Escape Technique was at least on the level of Divine Skills.
Even if he cast a tracking spell, it would be impossible to find him.
"Chairman Xia, you're too polite. Even if I hadn't appeared today, you wouldn't have been in any real danger."
After tidying up his mood, Bai Zhengyang said with a hearty laugh.
Xia Liu was still as low‑key as ever, knowing how to respect others.
"Not necessarily. This Power of Thunderbolt carried the scent of death to me."
