The Golden Order pierced his bronze-like broad shoulder as if slicing through tofu.
"Sss."
He pulled out the Golden Order, a blood arrow spurted forth, and the excitement on his face froze when he saw that the Golden Order remained unsullied by a drop of blood.
"Still not working?"
Unconvinced, he stabbed the shoulder again, but it went through effortlessly.
This time he didn't hurry to pull it out, letting the Golden Order stay embedded in the shoulder.
The next moment, his face changed drastically.
The Golden Order suddenly radiated brilliantly. Amid the golden glow, his sturdy middle-aged face twisted grotesquely, as if enduring the torture of a thousand cuts.
"Ah—!"
With a roar, he abruptly drew out the Golden Order.
The Golden Order was like a small sun, its golden light too dazzling to behold.
Despite his painful contortions, he grasped the Golden Order tightly, even though he grew increasingly grotesque, his grip remained firm.
"Ah—!"
He let out a miserable howl.
