Johnson's face revealed a hint of ferocity as he suddenly leaped up and pounced toward Ouyang Meili.
He clearly knew that no matter what, he couldn't escape this calamity, so he figured that if he could capture this woman, perhaps he could still use her to escape.
He had yet to reach Ouyang Meili when his body suddenly froze, as if restrained by an invisible force.
Not far away, the old mage on his knees looked at Shen Zhou's impassive face and sighed.
All of a sudden, he just reached out and immobilized Johnson.
Then, he curled his fingers, and from Johnson's frozen body emerged the transparent figures of two tigers, two leopards, and three wolves, all returning to the hands of the old mage.
In an instant, Johnson became a small black man of about one meter sixty in height.
And Ouyang Meili's knife swung down immediately, decapitating him.
Cheers erupted from the crowd.
Meanwhile, the black men lay on the ground, shivering and continuously begging for mercy.
