Lin Kuang's expression shifted slightly. He was genuinely surprised by the synchronization of their combined attack. This was no ordinary synchronization. Achieving this level required more than just long-term cooperation; it had everything to do with the trio's innate talent. Without it, what they were doing would be impossible for an ordinary person. Talent was an inexplicable thing—a mysterious, yet undeniably real, factor.
At this moment, Qin Yuan, Wan Mu, and Guo Tu attacked Lin Kuang in unison. Their movements were perfectly identical, without the slightest difference, as if the three had merged into a single, bizarre, and terrifying entity.
Seeing this, Lin Kuang dared not be careless. A sharp clang rang out as the Nameless in his hand trembled. His body spun on the spot, the Nameless Sword a blur in his hand as it slashed at the three men's throats.
