C378 Ninth Master's Cold Voice Was Shaking Uncontrollably

Huo Yinyao's eyes were bloodshot as he hoarsely shouted, quickly maneuvering his wheelchair toward the icy pit. However, the wheels had barely moved an inch when—

"Whiz—"

A bullet came out of nowhere, heading straight for Huo Yinyao. Whether it was poor aim or intentional, the bullet struck the ice right in front of his wheelchair