On the desolate wilderness, the wind roared.
Eight masked attackers encircled Dongfang Haoyue in the center, only tens of meters away from him, maintaining a perfect distance between each other, forming an airtight encirclement, blocking all possible escape routes.
Dongfang Haoyue swept his gaze over these men, all wearing standard black masks. The masks had a faint spiritual energy fluctuation on their surfaces, able to shield from spiritual probing, making him unable to discern the true faces behind the masks.
But even though he couldn't see the faces, he could still feel the gazes under those masks—cold, focused, with a trained killing intent.
These people's presence was restrained yet their sharpness hidden; they were clearly veteran fighters.
"Attack!"
The masked attackers wasted no words. After Wei Dong was completely devoured by Wet Bone Willow, they attacked without hesitation, making lethal moves.
"Boom! Boom! Boom——"
