At this moment, everything was silent, with only the sound of the wind howling by.
Silence...
Especially silent, the chill in the air was cold and oppressive.
The man in the golden mask was full of contempt, coward, not worthy of living.
The man in purple still wanted to negotiate something, just about to speak...
Suddenly, a figure flickered.
A flash of the sword, and the man in purple's throat instantly spurted blood.
Realizing something was wrong, he clutched his throat tightly, but blood gushed out in torrents, his eyes widened in disbelief.
"You..."
"How dare... I am..."
Before he could finish his words, with a thud, the man fell to the ground, lifeless.
Even in death, he couldn't believe he died so easily.
He died with his eyes open.
The man in the golden mask remained calm, took out a handkerchief, and leisurely wiped the blood off his sword.
After a while, the battle in the rear ended.
