The speed and precision were beyond anything Lei Fang expected. He felt like this was it. No killing intent, yet it was clearly a killing blow. He bent backward to dodge it. As he raised his head to counter.
SMACK!
The butt of the cane slammed into his face from nowhere.
WHOOSH!
Lei Fang lost his grip on the spear. The hit sent him flying. His body bounced and skidded across the ground until he finally managed to stop himself.
That one strike knocked him unconscious for a moment.
Everyone turned to look at Lei Fang. His face was swollen from the blow. His once-handsome face, now sullied, but even more than that... There was a skull mark stamped on it.
An ominous dread crawled down everyone's spine. As if the God of Death had left his mark, and no one could save Lei Fang now.
He was already as good as dead.
Even Bull and Horse felt their legs trembling. They didn't know why, but they felt the chill of death at their necks too.
