In the earlier stages of the war, Xiao Zhang had twice been heavily injured, and his sneak attack on Black Robe from the carriage had only worsened his wounds. His pursuit of the Demon Commander on the kite now was also very forced. But his resolve and determination when striking with his spear were anything but forced. The strike was imbued with a fearless momentum and a chilling and fierce energy.
There was a dull crumpling sound as a bloody hole appeared on the Demon Commander's armor, the bright jewels shattering into shards of ice.
She let out a furious howl and turned her right hand, her blade descending like a crescent moon toward Xiao Zhang's shoulder.
Xiao Zhang fell to the ground, the white paper on his face now thoroughly soaked with blood, but an unbridled and satisfied laughter could be heard behind it.
He felt like all the bones in his body had broken. While he was in great pain, he felt an even greater pleasure.
