Almost reflexively, the shadow swiftly turned its head and forcefully threw a punch.
Unfortunately, although he blocked Yang Yan's sword striking horizontally, his eyes suddenly widened in disbelief as he lowered his head.
It turned out that almost simultaneously, he saw the tip of a spear protruding from his chest.
He unwillingly raised his head, despair evident in his eyes.
Yang Yan grinned: "No choice, I have too many treasures on me. Can't favor one over the other; they all need to be taken out for a spin!"
As he spoke, a blood-colored curved blade suddenly appeared in Yang Yan's left hand.
Red light flashed, and the shadow's head was immediately severed, blood gushing forth.
Only ten seconds later did the seemingly frail body collapse upright.
The head rolling on the ground stared dead-eyed, filled with unwillingness and despair.
