Stabbed in the stomach, Wang Ling did his best to raise his blade and twist his body; with great effort, he managed to perform a single slash and target the being of death.
His movements were swift; it was almost uncatchable by the eyes of people his level. No, that was incorrect as anyone his level will not be able to know what he had just performed much less follow the movement of his sword.
Wang Ling was performing a level of skill many times over what others can show. But as he twisted his body and took the chance to sever the shape of the being of death into two different parts, he was stopped by two bony fingers.
His eyes bulged as the being of death looked down upon his pitiful self. The red dot of his did not waver as Wang Ling's crimson eyes showed no signs of giving up.
This being before him was showing signs of Immortal Qi, no it was beyond Immortal Qi, yet there was a lingering presence.
