A few steps away, a soldier was at a loss, not knowing why Yan Feng's expression changed so drastically.
"Pfft!"
Just as the soldier was in a daze, there was the sound of flesh being torn apart. There was no one in front of him, but his neck seemed to have been cut by a sharp blade. A head was chopped off from the neck, and the headless corpse fell to the ground.
"Die!"
Yan Feng shouted in anger. He pulled out the saber from his waist and slashed at the air in front of the soldier. A bright silver light appeared, but he hit nothing.
"What's going on? Are there ghosts?" The rest of the soldiers felt their scalps go numb. They didn't see anyone, but that soldier's head fell to the ground as if it was the doing of a ghost!
"This is Yingying's invisibility?"
