Wang Anfeng looked at the person in front of him, exhaling a breath.
The air in the Western Regions was extremely dry, as if sand particles were mixed in the wind. His lung injury had not yet healed, and this breath felt like swallowing a mouthful of steel needles, piercing and painful. In front of him, several robust Martial Artists blocked his path.
Although each person's appearance and demeanor were quite different, they all exuded a formidable Qi Mechanism. Some smiled, some were angry, some had cold expressions, each with a hand touching a weapon, their eyes staring intently at him.
These kinds of opponents, he might not have cared much about in the past, but a few days ago, he had fought hard against a Military Formation. Although he relied on his strong movement technique and the sharpness of his Divine Weapon to charge back and forth, cutting down countless Iron Cavalry, those elite Xiongnu were not easily dismissed.
