Facing this deadly three-pronged encirclement, Han Feng showed no trace of panic. Instead, a cold smile touched his lips, his eyes looking at them as if they were already dead.
The very instant the three Poisoned Bone Blades were about to touch the surface of his Escapee Type II Spirit Armor, his figure vanished into thin air without any warning.
SWISH!
The full-force attacks of the three Phantom Guards all missed, their Bone Blades slicing through the air with a sharp screech. Their guaranteed killing blows seemed to have struck nothing but an empty illusion.
The three top-tier assassins were stunned.
'What kind of Body Technique is that? It's even stranger than the Shadow Voidification we take so much pride in!'
Just as they hesitated in shock and confusion, preparing to retreat into their void phase, a faint ripple appeared in the Space behind one of the Phantom Guards.
Han Feng's figure silently emerged.
