He circulated his movement technique to the extreme, dragged his clumsy body, and turned to escape.
"Did I let you go?" Sword 12 mocked.
He grabbed at the air.
The surrounding spiritual Qi condensed into a big hand and grabbed him back roughly. Then, he was thrown to the ground.
Pfft!
Under this impact, uncle Quan's heart felt sweet and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was listless and he couldn't get up for a long time.
His eyes were filled with fear as he pressed his palms on the ground and crawled backward, trying to escape.
At the same time, he shouted,"d-don't come over!"
The 12th sword walked over.
Every time his foot landed, there would be a huge pressure pressing down on uncle Quan's body. The pressure made it hard for him to breathe.
It was so difficult to even breathe that his soul was about to be scared out of his body.
"Do you still remember what I said?" The 12th sword said.
