Purple Sun Incredible Umbrella
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Gang Dalei was more difficult to deal with than he had imagined. Now, he was left alone. Luckily, the three-on-one had considerably weakened him. Even though only he was left, he was confident that he could claim his life.
The white-haired youth let out a pitiless laugh, his blood-red eyes turning a duller, darker shade of red. "Yi clan, it ends here. The skeleton of a member of the Yi clan is a treasure that the demon clan must possess. To think that I would have such luck!"
Gang Dalei was breathing heavily, his body severely weakened. Even his mental state was not optimal. And suddenly facing those dark red eyes, he felt a wave of fatigue. His massive body swayed. It looked like he was about to keel over at any second.
That white-haired youth had a look of joy, flying forward. He drew a black, bone sword from his sleeves. Its cold edge was unusually sharp. With the flick of his wrist, the bone sword sliced toward Gang Dalei's neck.