The throwing knife shone with a chilling gleam under the veil of night, and a shock went through Qin Jun's heart. He had no time to dodge, but before the knife could touch him, an invisible force blocked it, and it fell by his feet.
He instinctively looked over at the Roaring Sky Dog, knowing it must have been the one to save him. The dog was now intently staring in a specific direction.
Following the Roaring Sky Dog's gaze, Qin Jun saw a black-clad figure standing on the edge of a roof hundreds of meters away, his silhouette chilling against the backdrop of the moon, filling Qin Jun with towering rage.
How the hell did you throw it that far? Is your knife a sniper rifle or what?
At that moment, the black-clothed figure leaped from the rooftop, like a ghostly shadow, eerily swift, covering nearly twenty meters with each bound upon touching the ground.
"Looking for death! Dare to ambush me!"
