Their breaths were restrained to the utmost, like two stubborn rocks, inconspicuous in the surging undercurrents of energy.
However, this inconspicuousness didn't last long.
"Hey, two cloak and dagger guys, hiding in the corner hoping to get lucky?"
A tall, scar-faced man, carrying a heavy Mountain Opening Axe, casually approached the corner where Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei stood, accompanied by a few equally fierce companions.
The scar-faced man's gaze swept over the Thunder Pattern Mask on Fang Qingyu's face and the white mask on Jiang Wei's face, revealing a sinister smile: "Looking at you cowards, I'll send you down for a warm-up first!"
Before he finished speaking, he swung the Mountain Opening Axe down sharply.
Dark red violent Qi Blood infused the axe blade, creating an ear-piercing scream as it slashed towards Fang Qingyu's head.
The people behind also showed their skills, covering the two.
In their view.
