Just as Zhan Long and the others were busily setting up Ghost Thunder to deal with King of Blades Dongfang Tao, a ghostly shadow was silently flanking them from behind.
The owner of this shadow was none other than Wang Hao!
On the hillside, there was a mercenary responsible for keeping watch, but his attention wasn't on Wang Hao's side.
Wang Hao held his breath, crawled through the thorn bush, moving forward on his stomach.
200 meters!
100 meters!
50 meters!
When only 20 meters remained, Wang Hao sprang up like a cheetah hunting a gazelle and pounced on the mercenary.
Before the mercenary could even react, a gleaming dagger sliced straight through his throat, and blood gushed out, staining the green grass blood-red.
Wang Hao pressed his hand firmly over the mercenary's mouth, holding it there until he stopped breathing, and then gently released his grip.
Picking up the mercenary's sniper rifle, Wang Hao found a concealed spot to snipe from and began searching for prey.
