The sky turned dark once again.
The Quantum Missile, which was on the verge of detonating, had turned into a ball of white light, about to engulf the entire Nightingale Inn.
But in the next second, it was extinguished, as if snuffed out by a pair of unseen hands.
Gone.
Upon seeing this scene, Sun Yun and his group turned pale, while Zhan Ning lay down on the ground, relieved at last.
"Finally saved," Zhan Ning said, with at least a dozen chopsticks still sticking out of his body, the intense pain from which did not affect the smile that returned to his face.
"Who stepped in?" Han Zhan asked casually while quietly calming himself.
He did not let his guard down like Zhan Ning, because this was the domain of the Sun Never Sets Knight Order, not a safe haven.
He had to maintain a good state and be ready to fight for his life at a moment's notice.
