The straight blade pierced through flesh, accompanied by a crisp sound like fabric being torn.
As this sound echoed, Zhu Da's face suddenly froze.
Immediately afterward, he let out a miserable howl.
The giant boar demon, towering dozens of feet high, frantically spun on the ground.
Qin An flicked his fingers, and Cold Star swiftly returned to its sheath.
He watched indifferently as Zhu Da rolled on the ground, his expression calm as a lake.
Lin Zhaoyao put away the iron whip, reassembled its fragments into a complete whip, and then, with lingering fear, looked at Qin An.
He could sense that Zhu Da's life force was continually weakening.
At the moment Cold Star pierced Zhu Da, the Eight-Colored True Essence surged through his entire body like a roaring river.
Death was only a matter of time.
But at this moment, more than Zhu Da's impending death, what shocked Lin Zhaoyao was Qin An's technique.
