All eyes were drawn to the dense fog, everyone craning their necks to see. Obvious worry was written on the faces of Leng Ningshuang and Qin Yuxiang. Qin Yuxiang, in particular, could barely contain herself and was just about to rush forward to help when—
BOOM...
Two figures burst out from the dense fog.
"To think you could actually injure me... You truly are something else," Wang Yan said, touching a bleeding wound on his right chest, his expression frigid.
Across from him, Qin Ya's face was pale, his clothes scorched. "So that's all there is to your Blazing Flame Saber."
Wang Yan's expression grew even colder. "How arrogant!" he growled.
Just as Wang Yan was about to strike again, Xiao Yi's voice carried from afar, "Brother Wang, stop at once!"
Staring at the approaching Xiao Yi, Wang Yan looked perplexed. "Brother Xiao, what is the meaning of this? Surely you don't know this person?"
