"Ah!!"
A blood-curdling scream from Xu Chu's Sweat echoed behind, extraordinarily miserable, like a tied-up animal being bled.
Zhang Daxi's eyes reddened as he irresistibly glanced back. Xu Chu's Sweat was already lying on the ground, his limbs cut off, looking at him. With the dim moonlight, a faint glimmer in his eyes could be seen.
He could sense a slight breeze, as if something was gliding through the air, and his legs rapidly expanded, accelerating once more with a sudden burst.
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Su Changxing hid in the shadows, witnessing the scene where the bald man's limbs suddenly broke off, and his heart sank.
He couldn't discern any trace of the long-haired man's actions at all; it appeared as if the bald man's limbs were self-amputated.
The bowstring was silently drawn, round like a full moon in the sky. Su Changxing knew this was an opportunity, an opportunity to heavily damage the opponent, although the opponent was Tier Eight, it wasn't impossible.
