He gripped his huge axe-gun tightly, roaring as he charged forward.
Ye Qiu barely had time to stop him. He swung his heavy weapon forcefully towards Long Yijian—
But Long Yijian was a step quicker. With a wave of his left hand, a tiny wormhole suddenly appeared in the air. From the wormhole, a burst of yellow smoke sprayed out... it was poison gas!
"Ah… Ye Qiu…"
Turning around, he saw Fang Wushang already kneeling on the ground. Ye Qiu immediately checked the situation of the surrounding players and found that, apart from himself and Long Yijian, everyone was lying on the ground in unnatural positions, moaning.
After sheathing his sword on his back, Ye Qiu knelt down and picked Fang Wushang up, holding her hand. Then he raised his head to look at Mao Chang.
"...What do you really want? To kill us all to silence us...?"
"How could that be? I would never do something so excessive."
The blue-clad man shook his head with a smile.
