A gust of cold wind swept through, the bamboo shadows trembling and rustling loudly.
The chill afterlight, filtered through the gaps in the bamboo shadows, cast a series of fragmented spots of light on the ground, imparting a chilling sensation despite the absence of cold.
Wang Hao's pupils contracted slightly, shooting out a sharp gleam, like an infrared beam, scanning the surroundings.
Suddenly!
A "whoosh whoosh" sound of piercing the air violently struck.
Immediately, hundreds of sharpened bamboo shoots, like poisonous snakes lying in wait, flickered their crimson tongues, swarming down.
Seeing the grim situation, Wang Hao drew the Seven-Star God Sword from midair and slashed a curved sword shadow, charging straight into it.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
…
The green bamboo was chopped into pieces, clattering noisily to the ground.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"
It was in this instant that seven figures appeared, stepping through the air.
