This blow, not only Qin Jiang, but even Chu Junlin and the others felt a chill down their spines…
A powerful sense of oppression enveloped them.
The mysterious figure's footsteps were not fast, as he leisurely approached the crowd.
Yet, with each step he took, the faint sound struck everyone's heart like a hammer!
"Hu! Hu——"
Everyone's breathing became labored.
Soon, the man's figure became clearly visible to them. He was a man in his early thirties with a long scar on his face, which made his already cold features appear even more menacing.
Chu Junlin gritted his teeth, "Who are you?!"
They had fought a great battle with Qin Jiang, resulting in mutual damage, and now this guy showed up, wanting to reap the benefits?
At this moment, he had to be cautious!
The man gave a cold smirk, the scar on his face wriggling like a centipede.
