"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!" The knife danced under the moonlight, exuding a Death God-like cold gleam. With each slash, one person fell to the ground. In a blink of an eye, six armed tribe members lay motionless on the ground, blood gushing out. At this moment, Luo Zheng charged forward in rage, leaping up fiercely, his knee slamming towards the Black Shadow's back, carrying a sense of decisive killing intent, like a tiger hunting its prey.
The Black Shadow took a big stride forward, narrowly avoiding Luo Zheng's attack. The long knife swung back, sending a chilling light. Luo Zheng had to squat down to evade, and in that motion, he clasped a nail. Considering the possibility that the opponent was wearing that kind of advanced Bullet-Resistant Vest, nails or bullets couldn't harm him. Luo Zheng's icy gaze locked onto the opponent's face.
