The Bone Spear turned into a streak of black lightning, shooting to that figure's front in an instant.
That figure didn't even have time to dodge.
In a single instant, he was run through by that black lightning.
And it pierced the most important place—his Dantian.
Seeing this scene, a smile appeared on Wu Sheng's face.
This Human Race brat, though fairly strong, was still outnumbered in the end and got killed by him in one strike.
He had more or less completed the task his master had given him.
Yet, just as Wu Sheng relaxed his guard.
That figure whose Dantian had been pierced by the Bone Spear suddenly vanished in a bizarre way.
The next instant, in the void behind them, a streak of silver light slashed out without the slightest warning.
"Something's wrong."
"That brat isn't dead."
"Careful!"
Wu Sheng let out an angry roar, warning his three subordinates.
But it was already too late.
