Striking Down

Yan Liqiang concealed himself among the tall bushes in silence, half squatting on the ground. He slowly regulated his breathing while he recovered his stamina. His eyes shone brilliantly like a cheetah's, and he was saving his strength as he waited for something to happen...

More than half an hour had passed since Yan Liqiang had hidden himself in the plains.

The Blackwind Bandit, who was searching the plains, was slowly making his way toward Yan Liqiang's hiding spot.

He searched directly and violently. He would take one step at a time and cautiously scan the bushes with his scimitar in hand. Whenever he found a place that could possibly hide a person, he'd sweep his scimitar across, sending blades of grass and leaves flying like a lawnmower. He slashed the weeds so mercilessly that they ended up being only about a foot tall off the ground...