Fan Lei had not failed to act because he was slow to react, nor because he harbored ulterior motives. It was merely because the Invisible Gu Worm had already gnawed through his heart, and his life force drained away along with the formation of a huge bloody hole in his chest.
A dead man naturally had no chance to strike again. His manner of death was truly ironic as well—heart-devouring, heart-devouring. He had swallowed who knew how many hearts in his life to attain his present cultivation, yet in death, his own heart was devoured instead. Perhaps heaven truly had eyes.
At the same time, Xiang Yang, who had launched the attack, could not help becoming wary of the Invisible Gu Worm's power. Though the little thing looked plump and harmless rather than ferocious, its bloody cruelty was no less than that of certain old demons.
The gray-clad man carrying a spear and Bingmo Leng Lingpeng no longer had the leisure to care why Fan Lei had yet to move, nor did they care whether they could keep the Bear King in their grasp. Their own lives and deaths were now at stake; all external matters were futile.
The gray-clad man was both shocked and enraged, his face flushed red, yet though panic stirred in his heart, he did not lose his composure.
The timing Xiang Yang chose was exceptionally tricky. It was precisely the instant when the man had poured all his strength into thrusting his spear and wounding the Bear King, when his old force had ebbed and new force had yet to arise—his defenses at their weakest and scarcest.
Nor was Xiang Yang's attack simple. He shot forth using the Catching Wind and Shadow movement technique of Wind God's Leg, taking the form of a sudden bolt