The height difference from the ground to the steps was about one and a half meters.
Zong Shen stepped forward on the simple wooden stairs.
He aimed the flashlight inside the house, just as he was about to step in.
The light in front of him suddenly showed a noticeable twist.
As if something had swiftly passed by.
A sense of warning rose in Zong Shen's heart, his right hand gripping the [Hammer of Intracranial Roar] barring in front of him.
He sensed two subtle air currents blowing from left and right,
One air current came from the right, targeting his battle-helmeted head.
The other air current surged from the left-front, seemingly aiming at his chest.
Zong Shen instinctively tilted his head slightly.
"Ding!"
"Clang!"
[-136]
Two crisp sounds, one light and one heavy, echoed.
Simultaneously causing over a hundred points of damage.
A sharp black spike jabbed into his battle helmet and quickly withdrew.
Zong Shen felt a coolness on his cheek, as though blood was flowing.
