The village guards who were still approaching suddenly froze in place as if they were petrified.
With a gust of eerie wind, a layer of frost formed on the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Xu Hao's back suddenly stiffened, and the sweat on his skin instantly turned into ice shards.
He hadn't even heard any footsteps when he felt an intense aura of danger suddenly close in behind him.
A fierce gust came, with five sharp claws aiming straight for the back of his head.
Xu Hao's heart tightened, and relying on years of combat instinct, he swiftly tilted his head to the left.
The claws nearly grazed his right ear, leaving a burning slash.
Before he could regain his balance, the missed claws abruptly twisted at the wrist, transforming into a palm that mercilessly struck his chest.
"Bang!"
In that instant, Xu Hao felt as if he was slammed head-on by a massive iron hammer, a muffled groan of burden resonating from his chest.
