Kapitel 772: Realm of the Dead VII

Jian's face paled, and he hastily lunged forward to grasp Kyle to help him, seeing his skin marred with cracks. But before his hands could reach him, a brutal kick sent a jolt through his midsection, knocking the breath out of his lungs.

"Ugh!!"

Gasping, he doubled over, struggling to regain his balance in mid-air. But it was futile—his body flailed like a cloth, and he was hurled backward before crashing hard to the ground. Jian coughed violently as blood spilled from his lips.

There was silence in the air as everyone watched Kyle lower his leg.

Alec's mouth hung open at the sight. He was closest to Jian, so he saw clearly how the latter's body was flung away.

Jian struggled to get to his feet, his expression wounded as he wiped the blood from his chin and lips and stared straight at the silver-haired man floating far away.

"What was that for...???!"

Kyle met his gaze with an cold expression, making Jian shut his mouth.