But it only lasted a second before he snapped back to alertness.
The Triangular Shuriken in his hand thrusted sharply, immediately igniting a clash akin to golden war drums, sparking flames as the icy chill of the Death Demon Scythe brushed past his neck.
At the same time, he felt severe pain in his left shoulder.
The blade of the Death Demon Scythe embedded deeply into his arm, tugging at the hard bones as it cut through, though hindered by their toughness.
The chilling pain made Li Da instantly lose control over his entire left arm, which drooped under the force of gravity.
He endured this agony with a tenacity, his facial expression barely changing.
This resilience was part of his profession.
The Spirit Manipulation Energy inside his body stirred immediately, and the Triangular Shuriken in his hand created a blurry shadow, stabbing into the darkness at a specific direction with a 'whoosh whoosh whoosh'.
