A dangerous glint appeared in Song Jian's eyes. Since he couldn't stand, he decided to stay lying down;
Falling backwards, his body slumped onto the floor. Song Jian felt like he was floating on the ocean, waves rippling around him. A buzzing filled his ears and his entire head throbbed painfully;
His vision blurred, but he could still sense a dark shadow slamming towards his head;
Song Jian's hands forcefully pushed against the floor, causing his body to roll to the side. He heard a chilling whooshing sound as the dark, huge axe swept only two feet away from his cheek and embedded itself into the floor. The sharp essence of the axe was so fierce it even snipped a strand of hair on Song Jian's forehead, leaving another bloody trail on his cheek;
