The county magistrate waved his hand, and the bailiffs beside him suddenly drew their blades, their grand sword lights instantly filling the entire courtyard.
Ai Jing's face changed drastically. He activated his protective spell, and the sword in his hand seemed to transform into a mountain, blocking his front.
"Clang!"
The sound of metal striking metal rang out. Ai Jing's face went pale, and he staggered back three steps, spitting blood with each step.
By the third step, his entire aura had dissipated completely, and he involuntarily fell to the ground.
With a dull thud, Ai Jing was instantly dead.
All the onlookers from different races had extremely grim expressions, and Chen Fei's brows furrowed involuntarily.
The 'otherworldly' is formed from twisted rules, and rules have patterns; twisted rules also have patterns.
