"Running away so quickly, do you think I'm terrifying? Or is it that you feel guilty, unwilling to meet my righteous gaze?"
Zhou Yi appeared in front of him.
Qian Ye stopped fleeing. Clearly, the opponent's strength far exceeded his own; escape was impossible, and he might die without a trace.
Stay and fight.
Perhaps there was still a sliver of hope.
Qian Ye coldly stared at his adversary. Suddenly, the surrounding wind stopped, and the air seemed frozen like concrete, making even breathing extremely difficult.
Zhou Yi sharply sensed it.
The air around them started to thicken, making it difficult to breathe.
However.
Qian Ye wasn't affected in any way.
Moreover.
He continued to advance towards Zhou Yi, even pulling out a dagger from his body, gleaming coldly.
The blade of the dagger had a bluish-black tint, possibly poisonous, or it might contain other strange substances.
Therefore.
Zhou Yi naturally wouldn't allow such a thing to approach him.
