Dao of Sacred Protection.

With a gaping hole in his chest, Yang Wei stood there, coughing up blood.

That son of a bitch actually came back from my erasure...

Liu Yan and Bai Suzhen hurried to his side, watching in horror. "Are you okay?" Liu Yan asked as her voice trembled with worry. When she reached out to touch the wound, she gasped, disbelief written all over her face. Feeling the wound felt more real than when she saw his chest get blown open.

Meanwhile, Ji Ming, who Yang Wei had earlier dealt with, appeared unharmed. "Forget about him," Ji Ming sneered, "he's as good as dead. You two beautiful women will be coming with us now."

Bai Suzhen clenched her fists, seething with anger. "The arrogance of this brat!" she spat.

Ji Ming strutted towards them, ignoring Yang Wei's seemingly lifeless form. "Shut it, little woman. You'll both be coming with me when we're done here, got it?" he may have posed it as a question, but their answer held no value.