Boom—!
A golden spear pierced the sky, punching the clouds into countless wisps that drifted down like falling scraps.
Lin Yiyi vanished into the horizon, only to reappear beside a high-rise in the blink of an eye, swift as a shadow, her pretty face as cold as frost.
"Hm? The Lord of Metal has the Shadow Throne too?"
The instant Lin Yiyi rapidly closed in.
Ahead,
the Lord of Fresh Blood sensed the shadow beside him and frowned slightly.
His expression clearly revealed... his shock and surprise!
Crack—!
The next second, his neck suddenly bent, muscle tissue ruptured, and the golden spear drove into his spine, severing his neck along with it.
Blood sprayed everywhere...
A head flew into the air, its expression frozen, blood staining the corners of its dry, peeling lips!
Thud!
The Lord of Fresh Blood's headless body fell straight to the ground.
Where he had been standing,
space was shattered and distorted. Even the darkness had been pierced through and annihilated by the golden spear...
"Dead?"
Lin Yiyi narrowed her eyes slightly.
As far as the Lord of Fresh Blood's infamy had spread, so had his immense strength. How could a Lord capable of destroying a nation die so easily?
Lin Yiyi controlled the Spirit Flower in her hand as the Barren Attribute spread out. Within its range, it would drain the life force from every living being. Even if he was not dead, he would soon be.
Buzz!
Just as the Barren Attribute spread, a bizarre scene unfolded. A bloodline extended from the neck of the head hanging in midair.
Spiritual energy surged forth.
The bloodline connected the head to the body.
The Lord of Fresh Blood's airborne head fell back onto his neck. The severed wound healed, and every drop of spilled blood flowed