As they spoke, the spear that had just been knocked away by He Ao suddenly flew out again. In the instant when He Ao's flesh was ensnared by yellow radiant lines, it shot straight toward him.
He Ao immediately raised his bloodstained blade and slashed at the spear.
With a crisp 'clang—,' the spear was abruptly struck. Its shaft halted, but the serpentine spearhead detached at that moment, darting forward like a slender flying knife.
As it flew, a glowing radiance emerged behind the spearhead, resembling a thin yellow light trailing in its wake.
The serpentine spearhead quickly reached He Ao, aiming straight for his heart.
He Ao's reaction was a split second too slow to parry, forcing him to twist his body to evade.
In the end, the spearhead tore through his attire, slicing the flesh under his arm as it shot past him.
The slender light, like a thread drawn by a needle, dragged over He Ao's flesh, bringing a searing pain as though sharp barbs from a long cord had raked his skin.
