The sharp dagger pierced out of his chest, accompanied by thick, sickening blood.
With a squish, if it weren't for Nie Xiangsi being wrapped in a blanket, she would've been completely drenched in blood.
Gu Jianlin gripped the dagger, panting heavily, his face smeared with blood as the backlash of the Ghost Curse took effect on him.
The burly man, despite such severe injuries, wasn't dead yet. Without a moment's hesitation, he turned around and grabbed a giant axe.
A terrifying force began to build.
At that moment, in Gu Jianlin's sights, the outline of a Wandering Warrior appeared behind the burly man—ferocious and intrepid.
The Samurai Path specializes in close combat and is impossible to overpower through sheer strength.
Gu Jianlin decisively raised his right hand, a pitch-black bell hanging from his fingers, releasing a black halo. The deafening roar of an Ancient Bell reverberated like thunder, causing ripples to overlap and spread through the night.
