Jashu's hand pressed against his forehead, his left shielding his left eye, leaving only his right eye exposed, radiating a wolf-like gleam. He bellowed, "Attack now!"
From beneath the night sky, a figure clad in a black robe appeared, catching everyone's attention.
"Thud—"
Qing Yu's brow slightly raised as a Golden Bell Shield appeared around him, blocking the finger strength that emerged out of nowhere from behind.
"Failing your ambush, you decide to resort to a sneak attack?"
This black-robed person was Jashu's accomplice, lying in wait in the distant mountains. Seeing Qing Yu act, he had stealthily approached this place.
The finger strength that had attacked Qing Yu from behind was precisely this person's handiwork.
Qing Yu stood within the Golden Bell Shield, a divine light flashing in his eyes, as if to see through the black hood and glimpse the true face of the man in the black robe.
