Soon, the ground around the Black-faced strongman and Du Feng was covered in all kinds of chaotic, crisscrossing marks.
At that moment, a strange light suddenly radiated from Du Feng's eyes.
His eyes shimmered with endless auspicious colors that began to spin continuously.
The Black-faced strongman opposite him immediately swayed like a drunkard, staggering on his feet.
Du Feng seized the opportunity to advance and thrust his sword toward the Black-faced strongman's throat.
Just as he was about to succeed, a fierce wind suddenly swept down from above. If Du Feng continued with his thrust, he would likely die on the spot as well.
He was naturally unwilling to die just like that, so he immediately took several steps to the side. From the corner of his eye, he saw a Guan Dao cleave down. A golden tiger pattern adorned the blade, making Du Feng's eyelids twitch.
Clang, clang, clang.
Du Feng retreated several steps in a row before looking up. His gaze landed on Zhuo Hu, who was holding the Guan Dao.
Having forced Du Feng back with one strike, Zhuo Hu pulled the Black-faced strongman up. "Are you all right?"
The Black-faced strongman shook his head. "I'm fine."
"Boss, be careful. That fellow seems to possess a Divine Treasure that can disrupt the senses."
Zhuo Hu nodded. "Go take a break."
Then he looked at Du Feng and snarled, "Watch me take his head."
Du Feng did not dare lower his guard. Colorful light immediately appeared in his eyes. Just as the Black-faced strongman had said, his Divine Treasure could affect a person's senses and muddle their sense of direction and distance.
Thus, in Zhuo Hu's eyes, Du Feng, who had been on the left a moment ago, appeared on the right the next.
The two had originally