"Someone's here?"
Noticing a huge commotion, Feng Yuan frowned and waved his hand, a pitch-black long-handled sickle appearing in his grip. Xiao Ji looked at Feng Yuan with a bit of confusion. Although Feng Yuan was exuding a formidable aura, that wasn't the main point; the key was that Feng Yuan wasn't borrowing Xiao Ji's power at this moment.
In previous battles, Feng Yuan would often borrow a bit of Xiao Ji's power to show that they were fighting side by side. But now, Feng Yuan's reaction seemed off.
He wasn't exactly angry. Even though Xiao Ji didn't quite understand what was happening, it guessed that this place wasn't so simple and might have been troublesome enough for Feng Yuan to disregard its feelings.
"That outfit of yours... have you found them?"
Just as Feng Yuan was about to make a move, Veronia's voice came from afar. She had noticed Feng Yuan's actions and knew full well that if Feng Yuan really struck hard, they might not be able to withstand it.
