Chu Susu's Blood Crows circled overhead.
In the distance, six Ravens suddenly noticed the three riders galloping through the wind and snow. Their harsh caws echoed endlessly.
In the woods, six black figures simultaneously followed the direction of the Ravens' warning, cutting through the blizzard and rapidly approaching.
"Brother Zheng, you have to be—"
Chu Susu was about to warn him again, to tell the Mighty Man not to underestimate his opponents from Ye Weiyang, even if they were only from the Twenty-Eight Constellations. But just then, the Mighty Man ahead of her flicked his wrist, and a glint of cold light shot forward.
Chu Susu blinked.
She felt like the Mighty Man had done something in that instant.
But it also seemed like he'd done nothing at all.
Because by the time she finished blinking, the Mighty Man's fingers were already holding that strangely shaped Flying Saber again.
Chu Susu blinked again, letting the horse jostle her up and down.
