"Fang Qingyu?!"
Ji Wuying looked at the lone figure appearing before them, first with astonishment.
Then a sense of incredulous absurdity arose, his expression peculiar, "You can't possibly be thinking of fighting the three of us alone...?"
Fang Qingyu didn't speak, just slightly tilted his head.
Those eyes, fully suffused with Shenxiao's golden glow, calmly swept over the three.
With his movement, the Dark Gold Shenxiao shrouding him suddenly surged.
Crackle—Zzzzap!!
Countless fine arcs of electricity frantically danced and intertwined, emitting a scalp-numbing explosion.
The glow of Shenxiao became even more blazing, nearly illuminating the small space of this core area.
And within the outline wrapped by that blinding thunder, faint, subtle transformations were vaguely visible.
Two winding, ferocious dragon horn shadows marked with dark gold thunder patterns, stealthily protruded from the thunder light mass above his head.
