Taking advantage of the assassin's momentary distraction by the cry of the great Roc, Liang Yi bit down hard, controlling his body to move forward a short distance, forcibly avoiding the fate of having his heart pierced through.
Yet even so, the sword followed him like a bone-maggot, piercing through Liang Yi's abdomen.
"Cough, cough!"
While coughing violently, Liang Yi quickly put the dessert back in the backpack to prevent the fresh blood he spat out from soiling it.
Looking at the masked assassin slowly withdrawing the sword, Liang Yi was sweating bullets from the pain, gasping deeply, and his eyes twitching involuntarily. This wasn't a game anymore; there was no pain suppression to speak of.
Being stabbed through the abdomen, Liang Yi had only seen such scenes in TV dramas in his previous life, never expecting it to actually happen to him today.
