C1421 Idiots!

Zhao Tianfeng crouched low, wielding a pair of short knives as she navigated through the dense fog. Time seemed to stand still until she abruptly encountered an icy arm.

"Shua!"

Her blade sliced through the air, severing the arm once more. Zhao Tianfeng's eyes gleamed with a cold light as she scanned the fog-enshrouded surroundings, which remained impenetrable to her gaze