"From what you say, you should be helping us humans to kill those monsters and clear out the Demon Race! Why are you turning your blades against us?"
Wang Hao looked at them, puzzled.
"You ask too many questions."
A glint of cold light shot from the eyes of the masked man in black.
One of the masked men in black beside him made a move, appearing almost instantly in front of Wang Hao. The short blade in his hand slashed toward Wang Hao's neck, aiming to cut his throat in one strike.
His speed was extremely fast, like a flash of cold light.
"Nice move!"
Wang Hao's right hand turned a purplish-gold color, and he pinched the blade with his thumb and forefinger.
"Hmm?"
The masked man's pupils narrowed slightly, clearly not expecting Wang Hao to catch his blow.
A powerful force burst from around him as he tried to cut down forcibly, yet he remained absolutely still.
His expression completely changed.
The expressions of the others changed as well.
