"Kill that madman already!" the other fallen Swordsman suddenly shouted.
"Shut your mouth!" The Swordsman walking toward Han Shuo suddenly looked back and gave the man behind him a cold glare. "Say another word, and I'll kill you too!"
The man froze at those words, staring at him as though he were a complete stranger. "Feilangsi, what's wrong with you?"
Feilangsi approached Han Shuo with his sword drawn, his face filled with excitement and greed. His eyes stayed fixed on Han Shuo as he said excitedly, "I might be about to make a fortune. You'd better stay out of my way, or I'll kill you along with him."
Only then did the man finally understand what was happening. Feilangsi had been consumed by greed. There was no longer any room in his mind for his companions, only the desire to make a fortune.
Amid the stabbing pain in his head, Han Shuo gradually emerged from his Demonic State. After a brief period of confusion, he remembered everything that had just happened and immediately realized how urgent his situation was.
"The spoils from the Gorgon and the Dagmar Fruit will all be mine soon. Die, you evil madman!" Feilangsi stared intently at the Spatial Ring on Han Shuo's hand, speaking excitedly despite his grim expression.
As soon as he finished speaking, Feilangsi raised his longsword and thrust it straight at the chest of the powerless Han Shuo. Apparently, he intended to kill Han Shuo first, then remove his Spatial Ring and examine its contents.
Han Shuo rapidly chanted an Undead Spell. As Feilangsi's sword stabbed toward his chest, a Bone Blade suddenly appeared and blocked it.
"Actually, I'm a Necromancer!" Han Shuo gave the horrified Feilangsi a strange look and spoke coldly.
As Feilangsi watched in terror, the little Bone Blade