The two Omega believers said in unison.
"Strangle..."
There was a snap.
An Ice Sword had, at some unknown time, pierced through Yuan Ji's back and out his chest.
Yuan Ji coughed up blood, turning around in shock.
Sush took the opportunity to press his hand against Yuan Ji's face, as a heavy coldness condensed into mist, quickly freezing him into a crystal-clear ice sculpture.
Then, with a fierce kick, Sush shattered the ice sculpture.
"Dad?"
"General Su?"
"Uncle Su?"
"How are you here?"
Everyone was startled, each with their own reactions.
Sush exhaled a heavy breath from deep within and said irritably, "That stinky brat Lu Bu'er insisted on stuffing me in the trunk before leaving. I'll settle this account with him sooner or later."
Everyone was taken aback.
The thought of a Special Grade General having been hidden in the trunk all this way was laughable.
Then, in the next moment, they realized there was still an enemy behind them.
But Elder Alonso was already silent.
