Whoosh! An Ink Black Straight Blade, trailing an afterimage, stabbed straight at Li Huowang's chest.
Li Huowang suddenly turned his head and glared. The stabbing blade froze mere inches before his brow. Then, as his eyes flew wide open, the blade and its owner were twisted alive into a grotesque spiral with a harsh creaking sound.
Though Li Huowang had swiftly dealt with that enemy, the situation had not improved much. There were many of them, and every one of them was exceptionally strong—not ordinary opponents.
And the moment they struck, they had seized his weapons. They had clearly come prepared!
Seeing the twisted heap of flesh on the ground, a farmer immediately shoved both little fingers into his mouth and blew a shrill whistle in rapid bursts.
An old man beside him swept out with a low kick, sending a great swath of Black Soil flying into the air. Immediately afterward, someone beside him raised both palms and slammed them together at the airborne dirt. In an instant, dust billowed everywhere.
Li Huowang, who had been slaughtering his enemies, abruptly lost his targets. A fierce gust swept through, and the dust in the air seemed alive as it relentlessly burrowed into his eyes.
The instant Li Huowang was forced to close his eyes, a Wu Hook suddenly shot from the sand and dust, hooked around his left ankle joint, and ripped his lower leg clean off.
"Who the hell are you people?!" Li Huowang abruptly opened his eyes, letting dust and pebbles lash freely against his eyeballs.
Li Huowang spun around, sprang forward on one foot, and lunged at top speed toward where the Wu Hook had vanished.
The gaunt man wielding the Wu Hook had only just revealed a faint smile at the sight of the lower leg