The Magic Barrier, formed by the Word Light, materialized in the blink of an eye, and Sebela easily blocked Milien's sword wind and the flying wood shavings as she arrived just in time.
Yi Lin was likewise unharmed.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the ruined VIP room became tense.
The tension seemed on the verge of erupting.
Milien hurried to apologize: "Sorry, I acted impulsively. But please, let me shatter him with my sword."
First, Milien sincerely apologized in the direction of Bartholomew·Dillon, then pointed her invisible weapon, wrapped in an unseen whirlwind, at Yi Lin. In Milien's eyes, filled with anger as she looked at Yi Lin.
Her thoughts were simple.
How could you do this?
What happened to lending a hand?
I thought you were a righteous person,
I didn't expect you to be this kind of Yi Lin!
Tears brimmed in Milien's eyes, her disappointment in Yi Lin immense, as the towering image of the "Skillful Chef" crumbled to pieces in her mind.
