The next second, as Li Changhe expected, he tilted his head to avoid the arrow shot out of the fog.
The arrow nearly grazed the beak of his bird beak mask before finally falling into the sea.
"A border similar to a ghost hitting a wall. This is consistent with the clues provided by the Great Tang forces and martial arts forces," Li Changhe thought as he continued to ponder and released a black hawk into the fog.
After a short while, the black hawk emerged from the fog.
"It flew for about two seconds before leaving the fog. So, there is still room to move before being affected? And there's no harm in passing through the fog," Li Changhe had an idea: "That makes things easier."
"Since everyone wants to play dirty, I won't be polite either."
...
The moonlight receded, and the morning sun rose. The remaining two plot forces safely passed the night.
It was finally the moment to decide their fate.
