The corners of his lips lifted slightly, revealing undisguised killing intent.
"If that's how it is, then you've run out of chances."
"Frost Curse!"
No one could see Non-Birth's movements. He gently raised a hand. The motion seemed slow, yet Yang An had no time to react before a finger was pressed against his chest.
As Non-Birth's voice slowly resounded…
BANG—
Yang An instinctively activated his Light and Shadow Escape Technique, his body flaring with momentary brilliance. But an intensely heavy palpitation seized him, as if his Heart had just suffered a devastating blow.
The next moment, Yang An reappeared a kilometer away. His expression grim, he looked down at his chest.
A bloody, fist-sized hole had been punched clean through his chest, right over his Heart. You could see the scenery behind him without obstruction.
