It actually came from the shadows...
This isn't speed at all, it's teleportation!
This white fang's ability should be related to shadows. If I'm not mistaken, his body can completely merge with the shadows, allowing him to move freely within them!
"Pfft—"
Lin Nai dodged again, but still only avoided the attack on a vital part. His shoulder was slashed open again by Bai Liao, his skin torn open and blood gushing out!
"So fast..."
Truman squinted slightly behind the reflective lenses of his glasses.
Such shadowy movements, coupled with such exquisite and superb assassination skills.
Even experts of a much higher level than Bai Liao might be caught off guard and have their throats slit, resulting in an instant kill!
This white fang is clearly a guy with an extremely strong ability to fight enemies of a higher level!
That's incredible!
Truman knew very well that if it had been him, without prior intelligence, he too would not have been able to dodge that attack...
Linnaeus raised his scythe and exchanged a sharp blow with the white fang, then quickly created distance again.
Another wound on my shoulder.
Blood was flowing out, just like the blood on his chest.
Linnaeus looked up at Truman at the top of the tree and pursed his lips.
This guy is always here watching and collecting information, so I can't really make a move.
We can't let this perverted tracking data benefit us so much.
Linnai formed hand seals and his lips moved slightly: "Awaken the Undead - Mist God, Caesar!"
"White mist!"
A thick white mist quickly spread, completely enveloping Bai Liao, Meng Feifei, Chu Men, and the entire nearby forest.
Bai Liao glanced at the surrounding white mist, twirled the dagger in his hand, and revealed an expression of interest.
"Oh...interesting, can this white mist block perception...?"
"That's right."
Linnaeus's voice rang out.
Holding a sickle, he slowly emerged from the white mist: "On this battlefield, no one will disturb us, and no one will spy on us. We can fight with all our might."
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