Dark figures filled the sky, appearing out of thin air.
They all wore black, hooded cloaks.
In an instant, they appeared directly above Wu Qingjing.
They gazed down below.
Their eyes fell upon Liang Qi and the swarm of reporters holding up their cameras.
The winter wind gusted, making their cloaks whip and flap. Their gazes were icy, their expressions placid, and their faces were all identical.
They had appeared just like that, and now they descended like a dark storm cloud.
"…" Wu Qingjing's face instantly went rigid.
In that moment, he was beyond sorrow, joy, anger, or worry. He no longer knew what was going through his mind. He could only stare blankly at the descending figures, his mind a total void.
BOOM!
The first dark figure shot down and struck Wu Qingjing with a single palm.
Then came the second.
And the third.
Innumerable dark figures swarmed down, batting Wu Qingjing out of the air like a rubber ball.
CRASH!
Wu Qingjing smashed into the ground.
