Watching the seven opponents before him, their coordination so flawless they hadn't revealed a single opening, a flicker of impatience rose in Zhou Fan's eyes.
'Their coordination is almost freakish, isn't it?'
'I have to find a way to shatter this coordination, to make them break formation and fall into chaos!'
Moreover, Zhou Fan had just surveyed the terrain. Although it still felt incredibly real, just like the outside world, he was able to clearly determine that this must be an illusion created by Bai Moyu and his cohorts.
For now, it seemed its only purpose was to cut him off from the outside world. But Zhou Fan was certain it had other effects that he simply hadn't discovered yet.
At this thought, a mocking smile played on Zhou Fan's lips. His gaze swept to his left, landing on the elder who was attacking him most ferociously. 'Damn it,' he mused, 'since you're so aggressive, it'll have to be you!'
