Xiao Feng suddenly opened his eyes, sweeping the dagger behind him.
However, it encountered no resistance; the blade cut through only air. There was no trace of anyone behind him, as if the sound he heard just now never existed.
Nonetheless, Xiao Feng was sure he wasn't hallucinating.
"Watch out, big brother!" Lone Wolf urgently cautioned.
Xiao Feng didn't respond, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's as he scanned the surroundings again.
Everything around him was taken in at once, and the most noticeable was the mockery in the eyes of those from Devil's Concentration Camp not far away.
"Those who are badly injured, apply the medicinal powder to your wounds first." Sun Shijie, tightly guarded by Lao Ha and others, threw out a porcelain bottle.
Xiao Feng reached out to catch it and handed it to Gong Kaishan and the others.
This was clearly not the time for courtesy; the porcelain bottle's stopper was opened and passed from one injured hand to another.
