As soon as the words "Eight-direction" left[Unseen Red Dust]'s mouth, Yang Dong stood in front of Laughing Gentleman, spatial ripples appearing by his side as if countless bullets would burst forth at any moment.
[Unseen Red Dust], however, clasped his hands together, golden light flickering on them. With his bald head, he seemed to be using some mysterious skill similar to a supernatural palm technique.
This was getting interesting. Li Changhe had barely reconnected with his teammates before becoming the target of suspicion.
If what he said were true, even Li Changhe would doubt himself. But this was just nonsense, right? Li Changhe had had plenty of opportunities to harm someone if he wanted to.
On one side was the technologically-packed [War Fortress], and on the other were the mysterious forces of [Smiling Ghost Buddha]. It would be difficult for even a lv5 player with all their cards laid out to survive, let alone a mere lv1 like Li Changhe.
