The Tyrant Shadow unsheathed itself.
Xu Zimei steadied his steps and looked at the ghost head lunging towards him. He directly wedged the Tyrant Shadow into its mouth.
The blade's tip pressed against the roof of the ghost head's mouth.
The hilt weighed down on its jaw.
When the ghost head bit down, the Tyrant Shadow pierced through its lips, the piercing pain lighting up its nerves.
Even the spectral figure shrieked in agony.
"Seems like this is all you can do," Xu Zimei waved a dismissive hand.
With a flip, he planted both feet firmly on its chest.
He withdrew the Tyrant Shadow and ferociously stabbed it into Gui Jie's neck.
A "puff, puff, puff" sound echoed.
His neck was quickly riddled with bloody holes, blood spurting out like rupturing juice.
Gui Jie's corpse dropped stiffly onto the Ancient Battlefield.
He seemed to die with unresolved grievances.
Blood kept streaming from his neck as he lay there wide-eyed.
This method was somewhat brutal.
