Across from him stood Shen Qingzhu, covered in wounds and looking utterly disheveled. Behind him lay Li Liang, barely clinging to life, while Deng Wei, despite having one leg broken, gritted his teeth and continued treating Li Liang.
Anger flickered in Shen Qingzhu's eyes, his gaze seeming ready to flay the man before him alive. The black military coat on his body billowed in the swirling air currents, while sparks continuously leaped from the ring on his finger.
"Still, for someone at your level, you're already quite impressive." The man thought for a moment before continuing, "By the way, do you know a little brat named Lin Qiye?"
A glint flashed through Shen Qingzhu's eyes. He gritted his teeth and spoke one word at a time:
"What the hell is Seven Nights or Eight Nights? I don't know him!"
"That can't be right. Since you're here too, shouldn't you all be together?" The man chuckled. "How about this? Help me catch that little brat, and I'll spare your lives."
"Spare our lives?" Shen Qingzhu sneered. "Get on your knees and kowtow to me twice right now, and I'll consider leaving you an intact corpse!"
"You're young, but you've got quite a mouth on you." The man slowly took the huge axe from his shoulder. A cruel smile surfaced on his honest-looking face as he walked toward Shen Qingzhu step by step.
"I'd better help you pluck that ripe head of yours."
Shen Qingzhu's pupils contracted sharply. He reached out and clenched the air, and in the next instant, all the air around the man was instantly drained away. The man's mouth twitched, and his smile became even more ferocious.
He suddenly kicked off the ground, launching himself like a cannonball. Just as he was about to hit the Air Wall