James’ body flickered. He chased after the man. The next moment, he appeared behind the man, the pink sword that he held now hung over his back. Facing this living being, James was disinterested in resorting to violence. If he was, the person would no longer be standing in front of him.

“Leave while you still can,” he ordered coldly.

A chill ran down the man’s spine. James was too fast. Way too fast for him to react. How was this speed possible for someone of the Divine Rank? He wiped off the