"If you don't get out within three breaths, I'll definitely not spare your life!"
Xiao Yi's voice, cold as a blade's edge, exploded amidst the crowd.
For a moment,
The once noisy and bustling village fell into eerie silence, everyone staring at Xiao Yi and his group with faces full of shock, especially the cyclops and other strongmen from Black Cloud Stronghold; their expressions darkened with cold and brutal hues.
Black Cloud Stronghold was the overlord within eight hundred miles, and it was always they who threatened others—when had they ever been threatened?
The cyclops' chilling gaze swept toward the trio, pausing ever so slightly on Tong Yao, with a sneering smile, "What a pretty little beauty..."
The cyclops sauntered towards Xiao Yi and his companions.
Not far away, Tong Zhan also saw Xiao Yi and his group, pausing slightly when he saw Tong Yao, his head suddenly throbbing in pain, nearly stumbling to the ground.
At the same time.
