"Wasting your time acting pathetic would be better spent figuring out how to stay alive. Do you think tears and trembling will earn you pity? No one here is going to go soft."
"Is that so?"
Qie'er's eyes narrowed, his voice low and sinister, like a hissing snake. "In that case, I'll just slaughter them right now."
The moment the words left his mouth, the air instantly grew still.
Qie'er lunged to the side, his speed so great he was little more than a blur.
The next second, with a heavy thud, Qiu Ye and Rong Kai were violently dragged out and thrown to the ground like broken ragdolls.
Two streams of mist, thick as ink, shot out from the ground. They coiled around their necks like vipers, bone-chillingly cold and filled with a soul-corroding malice.
The black mist writhed, tightening as if it were alive.
