"Is he Chang Yuntao?"
Even though he couldn't see the man's real face clearly, Liang Yuan had a strong intuition.
The person shrouded in fog was Chang Yuntao!
What is he doing?
Questions immediately arose in Liang Yuan's mind.
The people below were shouting and killing, fighting to the death.
Why is this man undisturbed, sitting there cross-legged?
And why are those beneath hiding in the ice cave, shackled?
Various doubts flashed across his mind, and Liang Yuan calmly squeezed out the flesh membrane, turned his head to look at it again, his eyes flickering, he silently summoned streams of water to cover the flesh membrane.
In no time, the streams quickly froze, forming a thick ice block that merged with the surrounding ice layer, showing no signs of an opening.
Immediately, Liang Yuan took out a pair of handcuffs and ankle cuffs from his inventory, then disheveled himself a bit, and began to run quickly.
His gait was staggering, looking extremely pathetic.
