“Utterly arrogant! Xihuan, why aren't you attacking?”
As the words fell, Lin Yue frowned in momentary confusion. Then, from the shadows behind her, a dark figure suddenly sprang into action like a ghost!
The figure moved with incredible speed, clutching a Nine-Dragon Buddhist staff wrapped in talismanic runes. In an instant, it shot forward with a fierce rush of wind!
Lin Yue had no time to react. She felt a sharp pain in her chest and looked down, only to see the Nine-Dragon staff already thrust through her chest!
Her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
Blood spilled from Lin Yue's mouth. She glanced back, sorrow in her eyes, and asked softly:
“Xihuan, why would you... do this?”
