"Catch this!"
When the words came from Shi Feng's mouth, a white light shot upward, aiming toward the breathtakingly beautiful Demon Race girl.
"Hm?" The Demon Race girl lightly furrowed her eyebrows, uttering a soft "hm" as a look of confusion washed over her exquisite face. Reaching out with her hand, she caught the white streak of light shooting toward her.
The faces of the Demon Race guards changed dramatically once more; they only now realized that, moments ago, someone had thrown a mysterious object at the one they were protecting.
"What is that?"
"Human! How dare you attack the Princess Consort! Courting death!"
"Kill!"
"Swish, swish, swish, swish!"
...
Instantly, the sounds of angry shouts and swords being drawn echoed through the realm.
Waves of murderous intent and battle spirit emanated from the twelve guards.
"Roar!" The sound of a dragon's cry resounded once more.
