"Xiao Yi, look who I have in my hand?"
A sharp voice suddenly erupted by his ear.
Xiao Yi shivered all over.
A strong sense of unease rose in his heart, the bone-chilling cold instantly swept through his body, and large beads of cold sweat soaked through the back of his clothes at this instant.
As he looked up.
He saw a blood-red chariot suspended in the void above, and before the chariot were four majestic demonic beasts with crimson bodies, single horns on their heads, tiger-like shapes, but with wings on their backs. Each of these demonic beasts emitted a presence no weaker than Zhou Yuan's, clearly four Sixth-Layer Path Tribulation Realm beasts.
And on that chariot...
A middle-aged man dressed in a blood-colored robe, wearing a silver mask, and with a burly figure, leaned against the side of the chariot.
In his hand extended from the chariot.
Fang Qingzhu was being held by her neck, suspended in midair.
