The sword light flashed, its brilliance dazzling to the extreme, like a meteor streaking across a dark night sky, resplendent yet fleeting.
In that fleeting moment, the long saber in Tie Tiezhen's hand was cut in half by a single sword from Yili.
The broken saber clanged as it fell to the ground, producing a crisp sound that felt particularly abrupt in this tense atmosphere.
Immediately after, Yili's wrist agilely twisted, like a willow branch swaying in the wind, her sword edge following the momentum. The sword momentum was like a lithe poisonous snake, carrying a deadly threat, directly targeting Tie Tiezhen's neck, mercilessly announcing the approach of death.
Tie Tiezhen couldn't dodge, only feeling a sudden chill on his neck, gently touched by Death God's scythe.
In an instant, his head spun out, tracing a bizarre yet poignant arc in the air, before plunging heavily to the ground.
His body, losing the support of the head, collapsed like a felled tree trunk.
