Fang Cheng remained calm, showing no sign of evasion.
His eyes firmly fixed on the trajectory, the dagger in his hand slicing through the air like a black lightning, slashing down each and every bullet whistling towards him.
Metal sparks scattered before him, like deadly yet brilliant fireworks blooming in the dark, illuminating the grotesque mask resembling an Evil Ghost.
This scene left everyone utterly stunned, quashing any thoughts of resistance completely.
Seeing their opponent so valiant, none had the courage to continue fighting.
As soon as the shooter was killed, the remaining Treasure Hunters scattered in panic, fleeing without direction.
Fearing they might run even a bit slower and end up like the others, lose their lives here, becoming cold corpses lying on the ground.
It seemed even those ghostly figures hidden in the mist appeared less terrifying than this "Human-shaped Ferocious Beast" behind them.
