"What?"
Mo Qingying froze and was just about to ask.
Jiang Qiao turned around, clenched his left hand, and threw a punch without warning, smashing it heavily into Mo Qingying's chest.
Boom!
In an instant.
The woman's body flew backward like a cannonball.
Her entire chest caved in.
Sizzle—!
Electricity flickered.
A strand of Black Lightning, carrying the smell of electrolyzed air, suddenly surged onto Mo Qingying's body and bound her like a rope.
At the same time.
A cold glint flashed in Jiang Qiao's eyes.
Eighteen Runes emerged from the void and appeared around Mo Qingying's body with a whoosh.
They held her firmly in place!
The entire series of movements flowed seamlessly.
Without the slightest pause.
However.
Just then, though she had already suffered severe injuries, Mo Qingying gave an eerie smile. Her face suddenly became unfamiliar and ghastly, her features blurring like an unfinished ink painting that had been smeared.
It became completely indistinct.
"Trying to run?"
Jiang Qiao's expression did not change as he threw another punch!
But this punch was not aimed at that strange body. Instead, it struck toward a certain direction on the left.
Rumble!
Thunder that shook the heavens exploded across the Icefield. The black lightning plunged the already dim surroundings into a dense, impenetrable darkness.
Lightning flashed and thunder boomed.
Faintly, one Rune after another appeared.
"Ah—!"
In the empty space to the left, a phantom suddenly emerged.
It let out a shriek.
It tried to break out.
But it was firmly trapped by the lightning.
Pfft!
The eighteen Runes that had not dispersed moved like fish swimming in a pond, gathering together with incredible agility. In the blink of an eye, they merged into a talisman half a person's height, radiating a red halo, and slammed onto the phantom.
Pop—!