Leaves fell in a flurry, and rays of sunlight penetrated the clouds, casting down onto the temple ground.
Amid the ruins of broken walls, Lin Xin placed one hand on Kun Ji's chest, and dozens of dark red Demonic Swords pierced out from behind him.
This scene seemed almost like it was frozen.
Blood dripped drop by drop onto the ground, kicking up tiny circles of dust.
Kun Ji stared blankly at the large hole in his chest, seemingly having lost all ability to react, just standing dumbly.
Hiss!
Lin Xin withdrew his hand again, pulling the Demonic Sword out from his chest.
The blade's edge sliced through his body, causing secondary damage, and ripped open a larger area of the wound.
Dozens of Demonic Swords directly sliced Kun Ji's chest into a mess of slits and holes.
Blood splattered as he staggered back two steps and fell to the ground with a thump.
Clutching his chest, the blood simply continued to flow through his fingers.
"You...."
