What a pity…
With a grand sweep of his hand, Su Heng pinched two arrows out of thin air.
He shot them back even faster, the ordinary arrows, boosted by Su Heng's powerful force, had more destructive power than bullets fired from a sniper rifle. The heads of the two men burst open upon impact, flesh and brains scattering in a bloody halo mid-air, their skullcaps flying dozens of meters away.
Whoosh!
Su Heng hurled the Ghostmourner blade in his other hand forward.
The Ghostmourner, trailing a halo of blood, grazed the last person and embedded itself in the distant tower's stone wall, its hilt trembling slightly.
A look of disbelief surfaced on the guard's face, and he took two more steps forward out of inertia.
But a straight, blood-red line appeared between his brows, slicing down his body from top to bottom, and slowly widened on both sides.
With a "plop,"