Zhang Rongfang glanced at Huang Zhenyi, sighed, and waved his hand.
From the side of the death warriors, Weili slowly stepped out, also covered in blood, her pretty face pale.
Walking up to Huang Zhenyi, Weili paused, then suddenly drew a short sword and slashed it across his neck.
Cleanly severing his head.
Bang!
Suddenly, there was a muffled explosion.
Something on Huang Zhenyi's body suddenly exploded.
Weili hurriedly shielded her face and retreated, but still let out a painful groan, her upper body and arms hit by an unknown number of iron needles.
A few of the Golden Wing Pavilion's death warriors nearby were also unable to avoid, and those unlucky were shot down on the spot.
Zhang Rongfang raised his hand and swatted away two flying iron needles.
He was more than ten meters away from Huang Zhenyi, so by the time the needles flew over, they had lost power.
