It fell tens of meters away, its body forcefully hit the ground, forming an archer's stance with its long legs, the two broken sections of its long handle thrust fiercely into the ground, finally halting its momentum!
When the Black General stood up again, the Saint had already landed gently, holding the sword and pointing it at the Black General from afar.
Zhan Li's heart was shaken!
Facing the Saint's sword head on!
And only injured, not dead!!
At this moment, Zhan Li, one hand covering her mouth, instinctively clutched her throat with the other, as if only this posture could suppress her instinct to cry out.
The Black General stood firm, panting heavily, with black Qi still leaking from its chest.
Soon after, it suddenly threw the half-length handle it held, leaving only the half with the weapon's head.
Its freed left hand suddenly lifted up, gently grasping the area on its chest pierced by the sword.
