Ji Chuan bent over painfully, vomiting blood, his trembling hands propping up the ground, resembling a curled shrimp. His delicate, feminine face cracked with golden fissures, nearly shattering into pieces.
Even his anguished roar abruptly ceased.
This was a perfect opportunity, and a Ghost Slayer of Netherworld's caliber would never miss it. He broke through the rain, dashing forward like a phantom, swinging his blade to clear the torrential rain, striking towards the enemy's back!
As usual, it was the Ultimate One Strike. The infinite slashing held no meaning, the tide-like blade light pierced the darkness, then shattered the roaring storm. The pitch-black long street was illuminated for a moment, revealing the curled figure pierced on the spot!
"Ah!"
The blade tore open the chest, Ji Chuan's upper body was instantly stabbed into a beehive!
Thick blood sprayed out, blooming like flowers.
