"RIIIIP!"
The palanquin in which the Second Young Master Meng was riding was pierced in an instant by the Evil Blade thrown from afar. Along with it, the two little ghosts carrying the palanquin, one in the front and the other in the back, were shredded by the ominous aura on the blade, wailing as they vanished into the air.
At this moment, the Second Young Master Meng finally came to a complete stop. Unable to control his momentum, he tumbled out of the palanquin, rolling several times, looking indescribably bedraggled.
But at this time, he no longer cared about appearances. He just exerted all his strength to lift his head and looked back, seeing a figure striding through the thick night, stepping through the ghostly wind.
He still couldn't see the face of that malevolent figure, but he could see his silhouette.
