Mie Sheng, blinded by his arrogance, fixed his gaze on Danbao, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Kid, you should consider yourself lucky!"
With those words, he reached out his claw towards Danbao, intent on snuffing out his life in one fell swoop.
"Time to act!" Jian Wushuang urged, feeling that Mie Sheng regarded them like ants, finding his lengthy words unnecessary.
It was akin to when he participated in the blood sacrifice of mortals; there was no need to divulge his intentions.
Speaking was just a waste of time.
Ping!
A crisp sound echoed through the space-time.
Time and space instantly solidified.
But people did not.
Everyone could still move.
Mie Sheng too.
Only space and time froze.
Then, they all saw a figure appear above the sky.
Holding a scepter, with white hair tied in a bun, it was Weiss.
Everyone was familiar with him.
They had seen Weiss long ago.