Li Zijun gazed through the carriage window, her eyes calm as she observed the figure in the sky.
She seemed almost unmoved by the terrifying, tyrannical Spiritual Energy that could obliterate everything in an instant.
The figure was enshrouded in a black cloak and wore a pitch-black mask, upon which was a peculiar, ring-shaped emblem.
There wasn't just one such man; behind him loomed no fewer than eight different auras, all, without exception, tainted with Evil Qi.
Li Zijun was closely examining the emblem's design when Er You's voice suddenly reached her.
"Miss, please sit tight. Don't look."
With a grave expression, Er You watched the figures in the sky above, Spiritual Energy swirling around him, protecting the entire ox cart.
The brief collision moments ago had instantly obliterated everything visible within a half-mile radius. From that slight impact alone, Er You immediately gauged the strength of the attacker.
