Then came the hissing sound, and a string of flying needles fell from the sky.
The flying needles broke off and landed perfectly around them, forming a large circle.
Immediately following that, the body of the owner of the flying needles fell from above, accompanied by a whooshing sound of the wind.
Chen Shi took a step to the left, and the body of the needle owner thudded to the ground, not touching him in the slightest.
Behind him, the sound of a body with a split head and shrine falling to the ground came, and the sound of bodies falling into the lake also emerged.
The fortune teller's forehead was covered in cold sweat; he had never seen such fast flying swords.
Too fast!
He had thought the flying swords were targeting him. When he dodged them, he had felt a moment of relief, thinking he was stronger.
But the target of the flying swords was not him; it was his companions!
