At that moment, two masked figures in black robes were staring intently at him.
"Who are you? Aren't you afraid of suffocating in such tightly sealed clothes?" Lin Yifan frowned and asked, vaguely sensing that these two were no ordinary individuals.
These two masked figures differed fundamentally from the other masked figures encountered earlier; their attire was not modern but resembled the hemp robes of ancient times, shrouded in mystery. Moreover, each had a sinister and mysterious sword hanging on their back.
The two masked figures did not respond to his question but decisively and viciously drew their swords and charged straight at him.
"Damn, what the hell, just kill on sight." Lin Yifan was speechless, then immediately adjusted his stance to prepare for the fight.
"Swoosh!"
