Despair of Fu Dalong

When the five people crossed a forest and arrived at a relatively open grassland, three shadows dashed out from the white mist. Three brightly shining big knives simultaneously chopped towards Liu Shuai. The raging spiritual energy burst out, proving that the three attackers had formidable cultivation.

Boom!

The three big knives landed on Liu Shuai without missing a beat, producing explosive sounds. After the surprise attack, the assailants didn't linger; they instantly disappeared into the white mist.

In contrast, Su Yang couldn't help but sneer, "Trying to confuse our perception using the white mist, then sneak attacking us one by one? Not a bad strategy."

If it were someone else, they might have fallen for this tactic, but unfortunately for them, they kicked a hard iron plate today.

"How was it? Did it succeed?" Fu Dalong asked in a hushed voice as he looked at the three who had just attacked.