The middle-aged man was exceptionally furious, but what infuriated him even more was that the cold gleam disappeared without a trace after being flicked away by him.
From beginning to end, he didn't see a single figure but almost lost his life. He only felt as if he were being watched by Death, and at the slightest carelessness, Death's scythe might reap his life.
"What on earth is going on?" the middle-aged man shouted at the wolves.
"A human suddenly dashed out from behind that tree just now, directly rushing behind you. His speed was very fast, and for some unknown reason, we couldn't feel his presence at all. When the assassination failed, he quickly vanished into the forest..."
The middle-aged man's brows furrowed intensely, he had never encountered such an opponent. Completely unable to sense their presence, appearing like a ghost and disappearing swiftly. It seemed he could do nothing except endure passively.
