"Crimson!"
Everyone watched in horror, eyes filled with shock at Shen Qiang, who was sitting calmly not far behind them.
"Do you want to die?" The big man made a gesture to draw his blade, and a terrifying aura erupted. Not only did the drifting snow in the sky become agitated, but the unbearable concrete ground also shattered, broken gravel mixed with snow spiraling upwards as he prepared to draw his blade. In that instant, the wild aura and dreadful killing intent seemed to make Shen Qiang see the wrathful Evil Spirit Armor.
At the same time, what struck Shen Qiang was the woman in tight black pants, with a graceful and voluptuous figure and seductive curves. She let out a silver bell-like laughter: "Wow, such an amazing crimson, I didn't even notice at such a close distance, truly an astonishing mystery."
