Within the dense, swirling fog, several dark shadows darted about like ghosts, while lethal concealed weapons whistled through the air, carrying the scent of death. Zhong Yun’s expression tightened. He flicked his wrist, his blue longsword tracing a circle in the air, its sharp blade energy striking down every projectile aimed at his group.
"Hmph! Cowards who hide in the shadows—dare you show your faces and make a spectacle of yourselves?" Zhong Yun shouted, his gaze piercing as he tried to see through the fog to the enemies hidden behind it.
The fog churned, and several figures slowly emerged. The leader, dressed in black combat gear, wore a cold, sinister smile. "Fellow Daoist Zhong Yun, it has been a long time."
Chapter 113