"Is that so?"
The words were soft, yet they struck the five men like a clap of thunder.
Because that was the voice of Wan Wushen.
Wan Wushen had crept up on them, yet none of them had noticed. The realization terrified them.
The five tensed, their gazes sweeping across the void.
But the void was empty. Wan Wushen was either hiding within it or wasn't there at all.
"Don't be so nervous. I'm a man of my word. There's still a good hour until dawn."
Wan Wushen's voice echoed again.
This time, Xia Yunpeng's eyes narrowed before he struck without hesitation.
His hand shot out like a claw, tearing the void open.
Through the rift in space, the other four saw an incredibly dense black mist.
Needless to say, that was Wan Wushen's hiding place.
The black mist there swirled and transformed into a massive black hand that shot toward Xia Yunpeng's claw.
The next moment, Xia Yunpeng was thrown backward, and the rift in the void vanished.
The eyes of the other four widened in shock.
