At the critical moment, Zheng Cheng suddenly performed a "plank bridge" maneuver to dodge the incoming attack.
The sharp wooden spikes immediately pierced through the space above Zheng Cheng's head, catching a few strands of his hair.
"Damn it...!"
Not far away, Mu Yao cursed under his breath.
He had taken advantage of the moment Zhao Yunxiao was trapped to try to eliminate this troublesome young man first.
Sadly, he managed to evade again.
"This kid is supposed to be a Shadow Priest, right? How is his reaction so fast? Faster than the average assassin..."
"Pfft!"
In an instant, a figure burst out from the dense vines.
The Qing Gang Sword in their hand flashed out a burst of sword light, fiercely thrusting towards his chest!
"Pfft!"
The Qing Gang Sword went straight through, piercing Mu Yao's chest at once.
"What are you looking at?"
Zhao Yunxiao said coldly, slashing with the sword in a sweeping motion, severing Mu Yao's entire left arm.
"Ah...!"
