The rule contained within the Broken Sword had used Yang Jing to pinpoint the coordinates in reality!
Once he realized this,
the man surnamed Gong was terrified.
A Demigod-Class rule was no joke. Even if there was only a wisp of it, once it had locked onto him, he had no confidence he could escape unscathed.
Now, he could only rely on the farm.
This was the Supernatural Space he had poured tremendous effort into creating.
A true impregnable fortress.
In the short term,
it could withstand even a Demigod attack.
"It's almost here!"
Ahead,
the farm had already appeared in his sight. He only needed two seconds—at most two seconds—to enter it!
However...
At that moment,
a blackened Ghost Hand suddenly appeared and grabbed his ankle.
"Not good!"
The man surnamed Gong was startled.
But it was already too late.
The immense force coming from beneath his feet made it impossible for him to break free. Even more terrifyingly, he discovered a numb sensation spreading upward from his foot. Wherever it passed, he lost all feeling in that part of his body.
If this continued,
within a few seconds, he would be completely paralyzed.
Even his consciousness would freeze.
He would become a vegetable!
Crack!
A crisp snapping sound rang out. The man surnamed Gong acted decisively. Everything below his waist remained where it was, while his upper body flew forward and plunged into the farm.
Bang!
Accompanied by the heavy sound of the door slamming shut,
he returned to the villa in a sorry state, with only his upper body remaining, cutting off the ominous force's erosion of his body.
But
the enormous price
made him roar furiously in the darkness:
"Damn it!"
"This isn't over!"
"Uncle Yang must give me an explanation!"
He had severed his own