Seven Ultimate Veins

The man with the black mask lowered his head and looked down. "There are people below."

Gu Qingluan followed his gaze.

A cloaked figure darted out from a concealed corner and attacked them.

Gu Qingluan immediately threw a fireball at the assailant.

The flames burned at an extremely high temperature, distorting the air as they appeared.

The man realized something was wrong, but it was already too late.

The flames touched him, igniting quickly.

He let out a wail and fell from the air.

Gu Qingluan looked up at the man with the black mask, her expression suddenly changing. "Are you injured?"

Half of his face outside the mask was as pale as paper, and under the light of the cold moon, he appeared even more haggard.

Without waiting for his response, she scanned with her divine sense and saw a hidden weapon embedded in his back.