Darryl sighed in relief when he heard that.

'If Roston was only acting just now, I don't have to worry about it.'

"Mr. Darryl!"

When Darryl put down his guard, a smile appeared on Roston's face. He said slowly, "You know the situation well. The Prince wants to kill you. You will not be able to escape all by yourself. Why don't you leave with me? I will find a way to send you back to the Blood Hand Organization."

As he spoke, Roston started to approach him slowly.

Darryl thought for a while before he nodded and said, "That works too!"

Roston had already arrived in front of him. His friendly face turned savage as he shouted, "You thought I would help you? Go to hell!"

A strong saint energy exploded from Roston's body. Then, he raised his arms and slashed the huge sword at Darryl.

Roston used all his strength to swing his sword as a dazzling bright light flashed as fast as thunder. It was extremely powerful!

Sh*t!

Darryl was shocked when he saw Roston's sudden attack. Due to the