"Wh-when did you show up?" Sylas took a step back and reached for his waist. A pistol appeared in his hand.
For some reason, looking at Johnnie, who had a playful expression on his face, a chill ran down his spine. This was a feeling he had never experienced before when facing enemies.
His intuition told him that Johnnie was very dangerous.
He directly raised the pistol and then pointed it at Tyrande. He said coldly, "Johnnie, it seems you still care quite a bit about this woman."
"Johnnie, save me." Tyrande seemed to have grabbed hold of a life-saving straw and hastily called for help.
"Shut up!" Sylas roared angrily, his expression icy cold. He looked at Johnnie and threatened, "If you want to save this woman, hand over the Fossil of Creation."
As he spoke, he directly threw a connection crystal over.
"Hehe." Johnnie sneered and said indifferently, "You might as well pull the trigger."
