The knife-wielding man felt chills run down his spine. His combat experience of many years indicated that he could not ignore this crisis. He subconsciously looked towards the Unparalleled War Spirit. Her face was tired, and the sword that ran through her chest still nailed her firmly to the stone.
It's not her?!
At the next moment, he saw the hostage in his hand suddenly twist his head around 180 degrees. The knife at Li Xianyu's neck grazed his throat, as warm blood splattered. It was as if Li Xianyu could not feel anything, as he grinned. An eerie and chilling smirk bloomed on his face.
The knife-wielding man's scalp turned numb, as goosebumps erupted from his tail vertebrae to his scalp. Every nerve in his body was screaming "danger" at him.
