Wasteland Arc (Thirty-Nine)
"Did you think you were the only one who knew how to set traps?"
The sudden attack from both sides left Fu Qian in a perilous position.
At the same time, Ji Yicheng's cackling laughter rang out from a distance.
It was clear that his reaction just now had mostly been an act. On the surface, he'd seemed focused on seeing through Fu Qian's tricks, but in reality, he'd already made his arrangements in secret and set a trap of his own.
Meanwhile, the Angel Corpse standing at the other end of the beam had clearly been through a lot.
Its torso and limbs were damaged, and its right arm had been severed at the shoulder.
That wasn't necessarily the result of breaking free of its restraints. When Kelson had gone berserk inside, he must have caused quite a bit of damage.
Faced with the beams attacking from both sides, Fu Qian's response was simple.
He turned and stepped forward.
A living shield burst forth once more, blocking the insidious attack. Fu Qian was already closing in on the corpse.
Ignoring the beam coming from behind, his right hand instantly swelled into a hammer and slammed down hard on the withered remains.
"Not bad. Very decisive!"
Ji Yicheng's laughter remained carefree, and he even praised Fu Qian's strategy.
The next moment, just as the Angel Corpse was about to be smashed to pieces, it suddenly seemed to gain the awareness of a living person. It retreated with unbelievable speed and agility, narrowly dodging the blow.
This thing was far more alert than he'd expected!
After missing his strike, Fu Qian didn't pursue it.
Because the next instant, several invisible blades sliced through the air and struck right in front of him.
Judging by their trajectory, they had