The eye of the formation is the eye

"Alright," he said.

Although Feng Qiao didn't understand what Li Tian wanted to do, he still did as he was told. This was a natural trust that had developed after being together for a long time.

As long as Li Tian said it, it would never be wrong.

Under the cover of fatty and Li hu, a wind blade quickly formed in Feng Qiao's hand. Under his careful control, it silently approached the captain's feet.

In the array, a thick fog filled the air. Wind blades quickly formed and danced in the sky. Feng Qiao's wind blade was completely unremarkable inside.

"BOOM!"

Without any effort, Feng Qiao successfully controlled the wind blade to hit the side of the captain's feet.

"All of you, focus. See where the enemy is before you attack."

Such a small interlude really didn't attract the captain's attention. He even thought that it was caused by his teammate's momentary distraction, so he immediately turned his head and scolded.