The five fierce ghosts were cut down to the ground, their aura rapidly diminishing.
However, the Mage's face showed no joy; instead, his eyes filled with terror. He suddenly turned around, looking at the incoming black light, and couldn't help but exclaim:
"No!"
......
Fang Zheng's hands hung down, his body relaxed, and his eyes closed tightly, as if he had given up resistance, standing in the darkness.
"Hoo..."
A wolf fang club appeared out of thin air, smashing down on his head. Its might was so great that even a massive boulder would be shattered in front of it.
"Swoosh!"
Fang Zheng narrowly evaded the wolf fang club by a hair's breadth before it reached him, the club heavily striking the ground, causing dirt and stones to fly.
The ensuing gust of wind made his clothing flutter wildly.
At the same time.
A long saber silently appeared, taking advantage of the chaos to sweep towards his throat.
