Lin Zifeng nodded slightly. Dongka and his companion both drew the Swords at their waists; the Longswords in their hands shone with a cold, murderous gleam under the gentle sunlight.
Walking ahead of the two, Lin Zifeng narrowed his eyes and slowly stepped into the woods. His perception was pushed to the limit—within a hundred meters, every stir of grass, every slightest movement, reached his ears with crystal clarity.
"Swoosh…"
A dark-red figure flashed over from the distance. Lin Zifeng caught sight of it and unconsciously bent his knees slightly, gathering strength, ready to explode forth at any moment.
"Blood Shadow Dark Guard—how are they here?"
Even though they were still quite far away, Lin Zifeng's keen eyes could clearly make out the newcomer's face. Beneath that ferocious mask hid a pair of eyes brimming with killing intent—wasn't this exactly the Blood Shadow Dark Guard who had fought against the two of them on the wasteland?
