Huang Ya twisted his neck, trying to move his head to the side, but under the squeeze of gravity, the movement was pitifully small.
"Too late." With Tang Zheng's roar, the bronze sword pierced down with a thunderous momentum, piercing into Huang Ya's cheekbone, splitting his mouth and nose into two. Bright red blood gushed out instantly.
The swampy mud on the ground started to churn like a rising tide, crawling up Tang Zheng's body. In just a blink, it had covered up to his neck. Huang Ya was making his last-ditch effort, supplying all life energy to his Seed Ability. He glared at Tang Zheng while stretched out his hand to grab the blade of the bronze sword. His lips moved, but no sound came out.
Tang Zheng couldn't speak either, let alone breathe. The thick mud had crawled up to his face, covering his mouth and nose.
