Suddenly, it seemed like the whole banana grove was crashing down, unsure whether it was a shadow or real objects.
The gusts of wind howled.
Luo Yang, relying on his Shadow Fist, wasn't very fearful.
Luckily, the Shadow Fist passively provided defensive capabilities, otherwise, he'd be doomed.
It turned out to be an illusion, only revealing its true form as it neared, countless tiny concealed weapons glinting coldly under the moonlight.
The Shadow Fist's effect came into play, retreating with the wind.
During the swift retreat, Luo Yang's speed matched the speed of the concealed weapons.
Thus, Luo Yang and the concealed weapons were in a relatively static state.
In other words, Luo Yang could reach out to pluck the concealed weapons.
He picked all the concealed weapons that could hit him into his hand, letting the rest fly past him.
As the mass of concealed weapons emptied into a human shape, it passed by Luo Yang.
