A sinister, hoarse, eerie laugh, like the cry of a night owl, suddenly rang out not far from his side without warning!
The laughter was especially piercing in the silent night, brimming with ill omen and malice!
Xiao Ruofeng's pupils abruptly contracted, and his hand around the sword in his arms tightened at once!
He suddenly turned his head and looked toward the sound!
Beneath the moonlit shadows, a vague black figure had appeared at some unknown time!
The figure seemed to meld with the night itself. Its presence was cold and elusive, and a pair of faintly glowing eyes stared fixedly at him!
The visitor meant no good!
Faced with the sudden eerie laughter and the gaze spying on him from the darkness, Xiao Ruofeng did not panic. Instead, he calmly took a step back, held the Haoque Sword horizontally before him, and raised the corner of his lips in a faint smile as he called out,
"Since you are here, why hide your face? Show yourself."
The moment his words fell, several whooshing sounds came from the surrounding shadows!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Five figures leaped out from different directions like ghosts, forming an encirclement around Xiao Ruofeng.
At their head was a short, withered old man with a face as shriveled as old tree bark. His eyes were deeply sunken, yet gleamed sharply. An icy, bone-piercing aura radiated from his body, as if he were a block of ancient ice.
Beside him stood four burly men with knotted muscles. Their temples bulged high, their gazes were fierce, and their auras were deep and steady.
Xiao Ruofeng's gaze flashed like lightning as it swept over the five men, and he immediately understood the situation.
Of the five, only the withered old man gave him an overwhelming sense