The very instant Ye Tian's longsword pierced Sun Yibin's heart, Sun Yibin was preparing to toss the Paper Talisman in his hand into the air. This entire process would have taken only a brief moment, perhaps a single breath.
Less than a breath's time passed between him pulling out the Paper Talisman and Ye Tian's sword piercing his heart. So fast! It was indescribably fast—so fast it filled him with bitter resentment!
A sharp pain shot through his chest, and Sun Yibin's face instantly went pale. He could clearly feel his life force draining away, yet the Paper Talisman in his hand was now useless.
Activating the talisman's immense power required injecting it with Spiritual Power. Now, everything had come to an abrupt and helpless end—an end filled with resentment and despair.
