Duld's body trembled violently as he lunged forward, like a leaping frog suddenly pinned to the ground by an iron skewer.
Pain spread.
Muscles twitched.
He slowly lowered his head.
His wide eyes were filled with disbelief.
A blade had already pierced through his chest, protruding out.
On the snow-white blade, blood gathered into droplets, dripping onto the ground.
The defense he carefully arranged using the 'Corpse Decomposer' and rituals obtained from Prince Ruitai, which could withstand at least twenty revolver shots or three artillery shots, was utterly useless at this moment.
Compared to the skills of the 'Corpse Decomposer'.
His pride lay in his defensive capability.
He believed that even against a higher-level opponent, his defense couldn't be shattered with a single strike.
But now?
Shattered with one strike!
Is this a trap?
Instinctively, Duld looked at Samen.
However, under Duld's gaze, Samen was clearly shocked, frozen in place.
