Aziz didn't even have time to feel the pain; a sweep of the ray sliced him vertically in two.
Apollonius looked up in astonishment, his heart shaking violently as he saw a figure emerge from the wind and snow.
"Fang Cheng?!"
He blurted out in shock, "Why are you here?!"
Fang Cheng laughed. "What kind of nonsense is that? Is this your bathroom? Why can't I be here?"
Apollonius's mind raced, instantly arriving at a terrifying conjecture.
Fang Cheng hadn't walked straight into Dracula's trap, but had come here instead—could he have been tracking them the whole time?
Why had he appeared only now, after he and Aziz had fought a fierce battle and were both physically and mentally exhausted?
It was clearly the mantis stalking the cicada, with the oriole behind; he had been lurking in the shadows, waiting for his moment.
Fang Cheng also realized something. "Wait, why are you so surprised by my appearance?"
Excluding the possibility of Dracula playing tricks beforehand, movement between regions in the Undead Kingdom was completely random; it was normal for anyone to appear anywhere.
For Apollonius to be this surprised, he must have been certain from the start that Fang Cheng wouldn't be here.
Realizing this, Fang Cheng's gaze turned sharp. "Are you in league with Dracula?"
Apollonius didn't bother to argue and turned to run.
A moment ago, he had been full of confidence, feeling he had the strength to fight Fang Cheng, but when the moment actually arrived, he chose the path of self-preservation.
Whether it was Fang Cheng's track record or his identity as the Lord of Ten Thousand Monsters, Apollonius couldn't muster the desire to fight.
Fang Cheng pointed at the still-living, bisected Aziz and spoke to Peng Jie and his subordinates who had caught up. "Leave