Yu Xuanbing, having transformed into his true form, plunged down amidst the burst of bloody rain, and then shot towards the person drifting to the ground after being struck by an arrow.
The person clutching his chest and coughing up blood was struggling to gather mana. Seeing someone fighting down from above, his eyes widened in desperation, attempting to muster all his strength for a final attack. Yet, the figure in his view suddenly vanished mid-air, disappearing without a trace.
He alertly looked around with difficulty. Suddenly, he felt a coldness at his neck, and his vision spun, revealing a man materializing from the remaining mist, who brushed past a headless, blood-spraying body with a blade in hand.
A head and body fell in a straight line towards the ground.
