Sending Off the Dead (12)

The black shadow was incredibly fast, turning into a blur in midair.

The bodyguard whose scalp had been torn off had only just started screaming when sharp claws were already upon Zhao Yijiu. If he dodged, the "coffin" was right behind him.

That thing had been heading for the coffin in the first place. Who knew what might happen if it actually touched it?

At the critical moment, Zhao Yijiu crouched and sprang into action. He neither dodged nor backed away, instead punching straight at the black thing's head. A dull thud rang out. The sound of bones breaking nearly coincided with the sound of flesh tearing, and the black thing flew backward before crashing helplessly to the ground.

"Phew..." Zhao Yijiu's heavy breathing jolted the stunned crowd back to their senses.

Yu Xing immediately looked over at him. Somehow, he had already untied the hemp rope and was now crouching on the handcart. His right hand was a mangled mess, thick blood dripping from the back of it, where a large chunk of flesh had been torn away, and forming a shallow pool beneath him.

His blood-red eyes beneath his disheveled black hair looked all the more ferocious, giving him the aura of a vengeful ghost. A bead of cold sweat trickled from his temple, but his expression showed no hint of pain.

The physical strength of the "Dog God" character was truly astonishing. Among humans of the same build, he was probably one of the most explosive.

Even so, he hadn't come out on top against that strange little black creature.

Yu Xing approached in a few strides, his face dark as he gripped his knife and walked toward the black monster lying on the ground.

Now that it had stopped moving so fast, everyone could get a