As these words were spoken, Fang Qingyu's brow slightly furrowed.
Indeed...
The other party knew about Jiu's existence and had used some means to hold Jiu up.
Yet there was not a hint of expression on Fang Qingyu's face.
Shenxiao surged across his skin, and the sword handle of Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash was quietly held tight by him.
"So?"
Fang Qingyu's voice remained steady, with a trace of cold hardness questioning.
The black-robed masked man seemed unconcerned with Fang Qingyu's defensive stance.
He slowly raised a hand wrapped in a black glove and waved it nonchalantly at the open space in front of Fang Qingyu and his team.
The space seemed to ripple like water.
The next second —
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Three enormous boxes, entirely cast from some dark metal and half a person high, appeared as if out of thin air, crashing heavily onto the smooth ice surface of the Ice Cliff.
