"Damn, what the hell is that!"
Fang Zhou was taken aback and quickly sank down to avoid the sudden assault of the black light.
This black light was thicker than a thigh and brushed past Fang Zhou's head, emitting a scorched stench as it cut through the air, giving him a strong sense of danger; getting hit once would be no joke.
He hurriedly looked towards the direction from which the black light was shot and saw a tower-like object about three meters high. Its top was forked, holding a transparent orb in which an eye was staring tightly at the airborne Fang Zhou.
Swish!
Bi An quickly flew toward that eye.
That eye also aimed another black light at Fang Zhou.
Fang Zhou swiftly exchanged places with Bi An, instantly arriving in front of the object, and with a flash of Xuanyuan Sword, he sliced it in half.
Just as Fang Zhou was about to breathe a sigh of relief, more black lights suddenly shot from various parts of the city, almost dozens of them.
