Hearing this, the torchbearers cautiously spread out. They were all tense, but they still instinctively raised their torches overhead, wanting to get a clear look at whether the people on the ground were dead or alive.
Zhao Cheng also narrowed his eyes, his expression guarded as he carefully scanned the area.
Just then...
SWISH!
An almost imperceptible sound of something cutting through the air suddenly reached Zhao Cheng's ears.
Ever on alert, Zhao Cheng reacted in an instant. His expression changed drastically as he violently jerked his head to the side.
SWISH!
A searing sensation grazed his cheek.
He touched it with his hand, and his fingers came away slick...
Blood!
"Who's there?!"
Alarmed, he instinctively looked up in the direction his Perception told him the attack had come from.
But with so many torches around, he could only see the illuminated area; beyond it, everything was pitch-black.
