In the eyes of the tall man, they had over twenty people—victory was certain. Gui Zhen and his small group were so outnumbered that winning seemed inevitable.
"Today, I'll show you what death truly means!" The tall man, emboldened by their numbers, drew his longsword and lunged toward Gui Zhen.
Gui Zhen didn't even bat an eyelid. As the tall man's longsword was about to strike, Gui Zhen didn't appear to budge. Suddenly, the tall man seemed to have all the flesh drained from his body, leaving only an empty husk that collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
"What the hell!"
Lv Feng and all his men turned pale as sheets.
Seeing a living, breathing man turned into a shriveled corpse was beyond horrifying.
For a moment, everyone looked at each other in stunned silence. No one dared to provoke Gui Zhen anymore. In their eyes, Gui Zhen seemed no different from a demon.
"Leave now! If you don't, you'll all die." Gui Zhen said coldly.
