However, just at the moment they were about to launch a thunderous attack.
The leader of the black-clad figures suddenly halted his steps and raised his hand in a tactical "stop" signal.
"Something's wrong!"
He keenly sensed a trace of anomaly and suddenly turned back to look behind him.
At the entrance of the alley behind them, four more figures appeared at some unknown time.
These four people were also dressed in black, sneaky, clearly also targeting Fang Cheng.
They didn't expect Cheng Yaojin to burst in halfway, staring dumbfoundedly at the three people here.
In the narrow alleyway, the air instantly turned stagnant.
The two groups stared wide-eyed at each other, the atmosphere becoming extremely awkward.
"Who are you?"
The leader of the shadows shouted sternly, the dagger in his hand slipping to his palm.
It wasn't a physical blade, but a knife formed from pure intent, glowing with a ghostly blue cold light.
"Shouldn't we be asking you that?"
