Swish!
Mo Buwen shot back as if bitten by a Poison Snake, retreating like lightning.
Boom!
Qin Yi landed like a mountain, cracking the ground within tens of meters around, forming a spiderweb pattern.
The terrifying commotion instinctively made Murong Qianxun and Cheng Ju stop their battle.
Everyone looked at the unexpected visitor with uncertain expressions.
At this moment, Qin Yi's attire was normal, but the strange golden mask on his face gave a sinister impression of a smile that wasn't a smile.
"Who are you?"
After a moment of silence, Mo Buwen couldn't resist asking first. He had always prided himself on being superior, but the sudden appearance of someone even stronger than him left him feeling uneasy.
Qin Yi raised his hand and pointed at Yun Mengyao, altering his voice to a hoarse tone: "Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that you cannot touch her."