PFFT!
A sharp pain lanced through his chest again as Ye Lan violently spat out a large mouthful of dark red, stagnant blood.
He struggled to look down, only to discover flecks of golden light mixed in with the blood.
Ye Lan's pupils abruptly shrank to pinpricks. 'It's a Curse Killing Class Positional Divine Technique!'
GASP... GASP...
Ye Lan's breathing grew heavier and heavier, as if he were drowning. The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was completely cut off, and an intense feeling of suffocation washed over him.
He trembled as he touched his chest. It was ice-cold to the touch.
"Who could it be, lying in ambush..."
Ye Lan was like a candle flickering in the wind. His eyelids felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds, and then, his vision went black.
THUD!
His body slammed heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, his fate unknown.
A complete success!
Hiding in the shadows, Qin Xuan finally let out a sigh of relief.
