*Whoosh~~*
The sound of wind passing by stirred the leaves, creating an eerie ambiance as Lian Chen stood in a tense standoff with the two masked assailants. The hammer-wielding assailant wore a fox mask, its sly and cunning design concealing his eyes behind narrow slits. The sword-wielding assailant donned a demon mask, its fierce visage twisted into a perpetual snarl, evoking an aura of menace and hostility.
As Lian Chen attempted to probe their cultivation levels with his Qi, he was shocked. "Hang on, I can't sense their cultivation levels?" he muttered to himself. The realization sent a chill down his spine. These opponents were much stronger than he had anticipated.
"Trying to figure us out?" the sword cultivator sneered, swinging his sword in a swift arc that shattered Lian Chen's probing Qi. The sheer force behind the strike spoke volumes about their strength.
