In the dense fog, Sheng Qingyan held a massive bow and arrow, his beautiful eyes slightly squinting beneath the goggles, constantly locking onto Yue Qiguang.
Yue Qiguang seemed to sense something, continually switching positions.
Sheng Qingyan lay still, acting like an experienced hunter full of patience with his prey. No matter how his prey ran, jumped, or hid, he unwaveringly locked onto the target.
Yue Qiguang seemed to sense something.
As a powerful Physique Gifted, half of Yue Qiguang's combat ability depended on his intuition, which was also a kind of talent. His innate battle instinct allowed him to gain victory in numerous battles without needing excessive combat skills. Thus, when Sheng Qingyan's cold gaze trapped him, despite the thick smoke and distance of thousands of meters, he managed to catch it immediately.
Someone targeted him.
A sniper targeted him.
Who?
Is there even a need to ask?
