The voice of the Fog Celestial King echoed once again.
Qin Hao squinted his eyes.
This time, he fixed his gaze on a certain spot intensely.
There, a figure was faintly visible, it seemed the Fog Celestial King was hiding there.
"He must have used a technique, infusing his inner strength into his throat and then dispersing the sound. That's why I can't find him."
Qin Hao pondered seriously: "So, is that figure in front really him? Can I really injure him?"
Qin Hao was not one to hesitate.
He acted as soon as he thought, bending down to pick up a dry branch from the ground, and flicking his wrist.
Whish!
The branch shot out like a dart, accurately hitting the figure.
No scream, no cry of pain, the figure disappeared, the branch was nowhere to be seen.
Although the attack clearly failed again, Qin Hao's eyes lit up somewhat.
No, that figure just now was definitely not real!
