As soon as he finished speaking, he did not receive a response because a gust of wind sounded.
"Hidden weapons!"
Xu Bai, who had maple leaves like rain, knew the sound of the hidden weapon very well.
This hidden weapon was much more advanced than Maple Leaf Rain.
Yun Zihai naturally heard it as well and quickly raised the book in his hand.
The pages of the book danced in the air, forming a barrier in the sky.
The tinkling sounds were endless, as dense as a rainstorm on a summer night.
The flying knives fell to the ground and were blocked by Yun Zihai's pages.
"Fifth Grade." Yun Zihai raised his eyebrows.
In the darkness of the forest, more than twenty figures approached them from afar.
He walked at the back with a flying knife in his hand that was constantly spinning.
These people were all masked and did not reveal their true faces.
