The spear thundered through the air, narrowly missing Fang Huo as he jerked his head back.
"If only I were a second quicker," lamented a second elderly man emerging from the forest.
Fang Huo's heart sank, feeling like his luck had taken a turn for the worse. Given the circumstances, it was likely that ten people had arrived in this vicinity. Yet, he had already bumped into forty percent of the rival group.
Whoosh!
A second spear flew from behind. The wielder moved silently like a ghost, catching Fang Huo off guard. He barely twisted his wounded body aside as the spear sliced past the muscles under his armpit.
"Damn it!" he muttered, as the old man slipped back into the forest, leaving him to face the imminent threat alone.
