The shadowy figure was indistinguishable between male and female, standing nearly two meters tall, holding a broad-bladed heavy sword. The blade was full of nicks and rust, evidently showing many years of history.
"Finally, I've found you... the Shadow in the Forest!" Wen Shaodong's eyes were sharp as he reached behind and took out the black cloth-wrapped object.
The rest of the Zhengming Association people also took down the packages from their backs, maintaining a steady demeanor as they stared at the Iron Daoist, ready to make a move.
Crack.
Suddenly, the steps of the Iron Daoist halted, and he quietly looked toward the group.
The hidden gaze beneath the helmet fell straight on Zhang Rongfang among the crowd.
Whoosh.
In an instant, the Iron Daoist's body, completely defying human anatomy, sprinted backward, swiftly retreating.
Before the others could react, he disappeared into the dark forest in the blink of an eye.
