A faint voice, coupled with a figure walking out from the blood mist like a Shura Killing God.
Intimidated all one hundred and fourteen Hunting Warriors on the spot.
In the vast open space, no one dared to respond.
And…
Those Hunting Soldiers, notorious for their ferocity, took a step back in unison.
"I'm right here, don't you like ambushes..."
"Then why not... come over."
In his light self-murmur, Mu Fan took his first step forward under the indifferent gazes of the crowd.
Followed by a second step.
The Hunting Soldier, at the front, subconsciously stepped back in fright.
Finally, under this huge psychological pressure, someone couldn't hold back.
With a twisted howl, a hunched Hunting Warrior rushed out.
The massive dog leg machete tore through the air heavily towards Mu Fan.
Ding!
A crisp sound.
Everyone widened their eyes.
Only to see Mu Fan pinch the opponent's dog leg knife with two fingers.
Wait a minute, what is this!
