The situation on the field became bizarre. Ivan merely twisted his wrist lightly to reconnect the broken scepter, making it as good as new. Facing Lin Xunrou, who fell into madness, unable to judge her opponent, and once again engaged in battle with the vicious dogs around her, Ivan smiled and lifted the scepter, aiming it at her head and smashing it down fiercely.
Bang! The golden lion head decoration on the grip of the scepter smashed firmly into Lin Xunrou's occiput, and with a dull thud, she fell in response. Blood flowed from her black hair, soaking onto her white collar.
