"Wasted."
A tall, slender man dressed in bluish-gray tactical gear slowly emerged, his cheekbones sharp as if carved by a blade, and his nose high and hooked, resembling somewhat of an eagle.
Cangying walked lightly across the snow, gradually approaching the Lin Xiao Beast that lay on the ground, his eyes indifferent, his voice as aloof as the Pudaxue Mountain beneath his feet: "It was originally a surprise for the Dome Feather Frost Blade, but you beat me to it."
"You really lucked out."
As his words fell, Cangying slightly raised his eyes, and with an eagle-like sharp gaze, he stared at the wobbling figure of the Dome Feather Frost Blade in midair, a faint arc curving at the corner of his lips: "But no worries, the Lin Xiao Beast is down, and you have no helper."
"You are no threat now."
