"Whoosh! Whoosh!" The shrill sound was heard.
Fang Qiu's face suddenly changed. As he felt the cold, he instantly moved to the other side.
In the meantime, seven black triangular nails shot to the place where Fang Qiu was standing just now. They stuck seven holes which were about the size of a fist in the grass.
"What a powerful hidden weapon!" Fang Qiu was shocked.
He clearly saw that each black nail was about the size of a little finger. When it stuck into the ground, it could make a hole that was as big as a fist.
Ordinary people couldn't possess that kind of power.
When he was shocked, Fang Qiu turned around to have a look.
There were figures appearing from four directions.
Each direction had one person.
After taking a look around, Fang Qiu looked rather grave.
Three of them
