The battle ended, and it had become completely dark.
In the dense woods to the west of the village lay a primitive forest, filled with thickly packed layers of trees.
Huge trees, thick as people could embrace, were everywhere, as were the dense bushes.
This environment was a favorite battlefield for any sniper, perfect for concealing one's figure.
Although the visibility wasn't great, this disadvantage affected the prey even more.
Yang Fei activated his Nine Extremes technique, moving like an agile squirrel.
His figure flashed and then disappeared into a thick patch of low bushes.
A thousand meters away.
Mixgold, watching through an infrared scope, was shocked by this scene.
Stealthily moving thirty meters, then no trace at all.
The ability of Lord Mo Ying to conceal himself was something Mixgold had never seen before.
Even Mixgold himself couldn't achieve it.
"It seems that this Lord Mo Ying is indeed a formidable foe," he said.
