The funny face paled in shock, its body twisting frantically, but under the shroud of the Power of Laws, it could only knead like dough into a faint black shadow that quivered incessantly, utterly unable to dissolve into black qi and flee.
"With my current strength, I can only draw out a fraction of this Sword of Profound Heaven's might, and can unleash but a single beheading strike. Had it been at the very beginning, you might still have had a chance to slip free of this strike's binding power. But now, after being weakened over hundreds of cycles, what ability do you still have to escape?" Han Li said coldly, the green longsword in his hand giving a slight tremor—and then it flickered once and vanished into thin air.
The next instant, above the funny face, with a "Puchi" sound, a green halo silently surfaced out of nowhere, then spun once as it dipped downward and pressed from above.
"No—"
