But barely flying ten meters out, the Somersault Cloud rolled in from afar, catching his body and halting his forward momentum.
He landed on the cloud top, squinted slightly, and looked up, only to see three figures standing on that Teaching Ruler.
One was an old man with white hair, hands clasped behind his back; the second, a young man in a black cloak and medieval knight's helmet; the third, a man dragging a tattered cloak and wearing a breathing mask.
"What the hell is that?" Ghost Bell asked hoarsely, furrowing his brow.
"I don't know, but we must not underestimate them," Su Wei said solemnly.
Mu Long was silent, merely drawing his sword out of its sheath, aiming the sword tip at that hysterical figure.
"Those people from last time?" Jiushijiu stared dumbly at the figures on the Teaching Ruler.
"Gu Qiye is here," Alexandra curved a lip.
"Coming too late though," Garfield said.
"The traitors are here?" Fan Dongqing's face was pale, "But what's the use of them coming?"
