Someone attacked!
Jiang Qiao shielded himself with lightning and turned, throwing a punch that collided with a tattered scarf that had come from who knew where.
The scarf was soft and limp.
It carried no force at all.
But the instant it touched his fist, it swiftly wrapped around it, trying to crawl up Jiang Qiao's arm and envelop his entire body.
It was a Supernatural Item.
And a terrifying one at that.
The instant it contracted around him, Jiang Qiao even felt as if his flesh and blood were collapsing inward.
"Fuck you!"
Jiang Qiao cursed loudly.
Black lightning erupted, tearing through the mist-shrouded world and forcibly interrupting the scarf's attack.
Then.
Lightning intertwined.
It formed a gigantic palm.
It grabbed the scarf.
And yanked hard!
"Riiip—!"
Amid a sound that was strangely satisfying, the scarf was torn into two pieces.
At the torn edges.
Black blood dripped down.
The gray burlap material revealed its true form.
It was a piece of human skin.
Wrinkled, completely dried and hardened, it had lost the flexibility leather should possess.
"It's not from the ruins."
Jiang Qiao frowned.
"Someone is attacking me."
"Who?"
"The Luo Family?"
With a single glance, he determined that the towel he had destroyed was not a local "native," and that its attack on him was by no means an act of law enforcement. It had been controlled by someone.
Thus.
The first thing he thought of was the Luo Family from the Southern Border.
This so-called “ruins” might originally have been their setup. And when the Ancient Corpse had attacked the many Awakened on the forest path earlier, the members of the Luo Family had also vanished.
In that chaotic situation.
Even he had not noticed when those people had left or where they had gone.
However.