It's said that low temperature helps to enhance performance, and amidst the biting frost, the group's performance seemed to prove this point.
With an elegant and composed gesture completed, Fu Qian returned his head to its original position, and it was evident they had thought of something.
"Evil Omen!"
Sure enough, the first to speak out was still the ever-alert Hao Ke.
Uncontrolled in volume, he even involuntarily took half a step back, refraining from stepping forward to check the injury.
In fact, it seemed unnecessary.
The ice spear, though exceptionally terrifying, clearly didn't aim at the vitals; it merely grazed past Qiu's shoulder.
Nevertheless, even so, the nearby area was still tinged with frost, momentarily losing mobility amidst the crystalline brilliance.
"Those who offend the Divine Beings' Believers shall be beheaded..."
And Qiu, whom he subconsciously distanced from, was almost muttering slightly slower.
