Before the words were finished, a bone-chilling killing intent suddenly erupted from the void, instantly enveloping the four of them.
Right after, a cold gleam, like a serpent's tongue, darted out from the space behind Dongfang Haoyue—it was a completely black short sword, nearly invisible, aiming directly at Dongfang Haoyue's vital spot in his back!
"Not good!"
Dongfang Haoyue's face changed dramatically, and his Spiritual Energy instinctively erupted, forming a thick layer of Spirit Shield at his back with a faint green glow.
But the short sword pierced through the Spirit Shield as effortlessly as a hot knife through butter.
In the nick of time, a sharp "ding" rang out suddenly—at Dongfang Haoyue's back, an ice crystal the size of a palm appeared from nowhere, as thin as a cicada's wing, yet precisely blocking the sword tip and holding the short sword firmly!
