Boom.
The darts shot at Lin Fan from Min Lao exploded, kicking up dust from the ground.
Immediately, Lin Fan couldn't be seen through the thick smoke.
Slash.
Hong Lao slashed down with his sickle but to his surprise, it only sliced through the air.
"Careful! Leave his body intact. I want the artifact he has on him," Han Xin shouted, reminding the North Star Elders not to destroy the mysterious artifact.
Both didn't bother with him as they saw a mist that went through Hong Lao's body.
"Argh! What is this..."
Hong Lao felt his Qi going haywire, and he had to try to get it into balance.
Plop.
He stuck the shaft of the sickle into the ground to help support himself, while he used his other hand to soothe the Qi flowing from his dantian.
Ming Lao's eyes opened wide when he saw the mist stopping behind Hong Lao.
It slowly materialized, and Lin Fan appeared again.
He had taken out his hammers, and he swung them at Hong Lao's head.
Dang.
