Wei Fang was blinded because dust got into his eyes. Relying on his experience of brushing with death several times, he abandoned any of his previous actions and stepped backwards, avoiding a knife that was missing his chest by a small margin.
Wei Fang hurriedly got rid of the dust in his eyes, but what greeted his eyes was not clear vision. It was a black smoke that was also obstructing his vision.
Suddenly remembering something, Wei Fang held his breath and ran forward with incredible speed. He didn't know where the way out of the smoke was, but the smoke most likely would not envelop the place where Tang Jian was.
Swish!
Swish!
Swish!
While Wei Fang was running, the sound of several sharp objects breaking in the air was heard. Wei Fang didn't have time to dodge, he could only protect his most vulnerable places, the head and the heart, with his metallic palm.
Clang! Clang!
