Bai Yifan struggled a bit but couldn't break free.
So he calmly stood in place, not struggling anymore.
He waited quietly for rescue.
Seeing the multicolored man's hand about to grab Bai Yifan's neck, Leng Yebai's fingers moved slightly, and purple snake-like lightning struck the man's arm.
"Ah—"
The man screamed miserably, clutching his arm and stepping back.
He felt as though his entire arm wasn't his own anymore, unable to even make a simple fist.
"You, you're looking for death! Let your father teach you how to behave!"
Frost filled the multicolored man's eyes as more earthy yellow exploded from his body.
Someone like him, usually flaky, in a rage couldn't see his own predicament clearly.
"Brother Leng, he's insulting you."
Bai Yifan was enjoying the drama without caring about the trouble.
Leng Yebai stood expressionless, a small stream of purple lightning emanating from his fingertips.
