If the blade had been even a little closer, this incredibly sharp greatsword would have plunged straight into the youth with the lip piercing's head!
That had been a close call, to say the least.
It was the sort of story he could brag about for the rest of his life.
Just as the blade was about to hit its target, the youth with the lip piercing happened to turn his head and desperately spit out the bitter, dry, mouthful of plant ash he'd accidentally swallowed.
That movement was the only reason he'd narrowly escaped a blade that would have killed him in one strike.
He must've bought a lifetime subscription to the Goddess of Luck...
How else could he keep dodging every crisis, one after another?
Zheng Wuyou, who'd witnessed the whole thing, drew another deep breath, glad she hadn't called out at the time.
If she'd warned him to dodge, he might have been hit by the blade instead.
The youth with the lip piercing had heard the commotion, of course, and knew a weapon had just dropped out of nowhere right in front of him.
Ignoring the burning pain of scraping against the ground without any clothes to protect him, he shuffled backward two feet.
Then he exchanged a glance with Ben Yu, sprang to his feet, and briskly scooped up a large handful of plant ash. He flung it at the greatsword and the bright, lightbulb-shaped head of the newly fallen White Incandescent.
The five remaining White Incandescents raised their weapons, preparing to keep chasing the newly appeared creatures.
But two arrows shot from behind them took out the back row.
Zheng Wuyou looked at Yuan Ling, who'd quietly seized the second arrow lying on the ground amid the chaos. She had one foot planted on