" Damn it! You almost stabbed me, asshole!"
" What? What the fuck do you mean? I clearly hit him!"
" Fuck! How this bastard is escaping my blows!"
The henchmen of Brother Biao were disoriented when the preacher rang the bell. They felt the number of their opponents had increased. But what's even more absurd, no matter how much they tried, they couldn't hit the guards of the Mist Brilliance at all.
It felt the same as hitting mirages. Once they hit, they feel nothing, and the opponent appears from somewhere else.
However, at that moment, Jia Hao's shout rang in their minds. Suddenly, it felt like something crisp glass shattering, before all their disorientation and confusion faded.
" Attack them!"
" Fuck them up!"
A surge of anger and hate spread in their minds as they rushed forward like maddened beasts. The preacher was stunned when he saw the confusion wasn't acting at all.
