Thud! Thud! Thud!
The heavy footsteps made the earth tremble.
The few withered leaves remaining on the branches of the winter trees were swept into the air, carried along by a terrifying aura that surged over like a raging tide.
The person had yet to arrive.
But the dense killing intent had already spread through the air.
Jiang Qiao walked over step by step. He appeared to be strolling leisurely, but every step he took unleashed rampant and unrestrained supernatural fluctuations.
The immense pressure made the young woman's expression shift slightly. In a chilly voice, she asked, "Who are you?"
At the same time.
A black scarf flew out of her hand.
It blocked his path.
At first glance, the scarf had a delicate sheen and was soft and smooth, clearly made of fine silk.
However.
Once it unfolded, it revealed scene after scene of vivid torture.
There were mountains of blades and seas of fire.
There were intestines being pulled out and tongues being torn free.
There were victims being branded and boiled in oil cauldrons.
There were also stone mortars and millstones...
The scenes in each picture seemed to be happening in real time. Their cruelty and bloody scent rushed toward them, making people feel like vomiting.
Obviously.
This was a Supernatural Item of no low grade.
The young woman stared at Jiang Qiao with extreme wariness. Although she could not see his exact strength, there was no doubt that this extremely young-looking man was terrifying.
"Someone who can't stand the sight of you."
Jiang Qiao's voice was calm, and his pace remained steady.
Although covering dozens of meters in a single step was not a long distance, he reached the young woman after only a few breaths.
"You're trying to stand up for these ordinary people?" the