He spoke at an incredible speed, hardly daring to pause, afraid that if he stopped, he'd be frozen solid by that icy gaze.
Chu Fan didn't say a word. He just flipped his wrist.
An archaic, three-legged small cauldron appeared in his palm. Its body was etched with faint Five Elements patterns, looking rather unremarkable.
"Don't move," Chu Fan's voice was as flat as ever. "Move, and I'll kill you."
The smile on Xia Qiu's face froze solid. It felt as if the blood in his veins had turned to ice.
The next moment, Chu Fan gave the small cauldron a gentle toss.
RUMBLE!
The small cauldron grew as it flew, instantly transforming into a behemoth dozens of yards across. Its mouth faced down, casting an immense shadow that enveloped both him and Chu Fan.
Runes on the cauldron's body lit up in sequence. Five-colored light—gold, cyan, blue, red, and yellow—swirled around it as a pressure as heavy as a mountain suddenly crashed down!
'Flee!'
'Flee now!'
