C149 Ruthless Harvest

The black dagger drew an extremely large arc in the air before it turned around and flew back. It was only a few dozen feet away from where Zuo Feng was standing.

If it was like the yellow-haired woman Zuo Feng had met on the first level of the spiral tower, he would have turned a corner and returned to the location of the person who threw it. For example, the skillful use of the woman