In the blink of an eye, blade shadows flashed as lightning struck down.
Ali Baba's eyes filled with horror. At that critical moment, he finally reacted.
With a shout, he abruptly bent his upper body backward and kicked off the ground with both feet. His entire body flew backward almost parallel to the ground, and he actually dodged Harry's killing slash in that bizarre posture.
The next second, he drew a musket from its holster and pulled the trigger at the pursuing Harry.
"Bang!"
The gunshot rang out, and the smell of gunpowder stung the nose.
But Harry raised his blade and knocked the shot aside. His leaping body only paused for an instant.
Cold sweat poured down Ali Baba's back as he immediately cast a pleading look toward Dark Demon and the others.
But Dark Demon and the others merely watched, with no intention of intervening. Ali Baba hurriedly drew his blade and slammed it hard against Harry's scimitar. Terrifying force surged through the clash of blades, and Ali Baba felt a stabbing pain in his wrist, nearly unable to hold onto the hilt.
The horror in his eyes grew deeper and deeper.
Harry's sudden attack with his blade had already startled him, but the sheer force behind that strike terrified him even more.
He had always been quite confident in his own strength and had never thought someone like Harry could pose a threat to him. Yet in those two brief exchanges, he discovered that he was no match for Harry!
At a disadvantage, he instinctively wanted to take out the magic lamp, only to suddenly remember that he had already paid it away as compensation.
In his panic, he pulled a black spherical item from his clothes and hurled it fiercely at Harry.
But Harry suddenly accelerated.