(Revise later) Taking advantage of Xu Huo's brief moment with his eyes closed, Palada ran toward the window and put on his protective armor. But just as he was about to escape using the same trick as before, a thin thread pierced the back of his neck. The next moment, his whole body felt light, and he floated backward through the air.
Palada had some presence of mind. Realizing he couldn't break free of the item, he grabbed a handful of powder and swept it toward Xu Huo.
He thought Xu Huo would be caught off guard while unable to see, but even with his eyes closed, Xu Huo knew exactly what Palada would do next. Players who had never been through the trials of a real dungeon or a bloody battle simply didn't know how to conceal their intentions, and their movements were far too exaggerated.
Xu Huo put on Oxygen Supply, lifted Palada in one hand, and covered his mouth. Then he swiftly kicked in Palada's knees and tossed him aside.
In truth, Palada couldn't have made much more noise anyway. When he opened his mouth, even more blood poured from his throat, faster than before. After being thrown down, he curled up on the floor, breathing out far more than he breathed in, managing only a strange "guh, guh" sound.
Xu Huo crouched two meters away. To make sure Palada could see him clearly, he even dragged over a floor lamp.
Palada panted and stared fixedly at his face. In the final moments of his life, he suddenly began to struggle, but that conscious resistance lasted only an instant before giving way to involuntary convulsions. He died in little more than ten seconds.
Xu Huo dusted off his hands and stood. He moved the lamp beside Palada,