Long Chen had been sneak attacked and didn’t sense the slightest thing, a rare event that shocked and angered him. He immediately swung Evilmoon behind him as he went flying.1

While the void was torn open, he detected no enemy, which shocked him even more.0

Reaching back, he touched the wound on his head. Blood trickled down his fingers, and his thoughts remained muddled from the impact.0

Fortunately, his combat instincts had kept his astral energy circulating, preventing what could have been a fatal blow.0

“It can hide itself?” Long Chen muttered, surprised.0

Without hesitation, he unleashed a tempest of slashes with Evilmoon, sending razor-sharp saber-images in all directions. Yet, there was no reaction from the unseen assailant...0