The gleaming blade appeared before him, descending with a sharpness that could end Lu Tianyi's life if it made contact.
Lu Tianyi sighed helplessly, ready to resign himself to fate. It was a pity about the supplies being once again stolen. He wondered whether those fiercely fighting on the front lines could find a way to overcome their plight without replenishment, and if his benefactor would be affected.
Just as Lu Tianyi was ready to face his demise, a streak of light flashed by. The blade aimed at him had already been knocked away, followed by a countless number of threads spreading rapidly across his vision, entangling the assassins coming for him with unbelievable speed.
Once the threads snared the dozen or so assassins, they tightened instantly, and then vanished without a trace. But the assassins had already turned into blood mist, slowly falling before Lu Tianyi, leaving a bloody mess!
