He could vaguely see traces of Fish Ball Qiang's old expression on that face—mainly the hair volume, which had now broken through the heavens, and Da Zhe couldn't help feeling deeply relieved as he watched… As for this guy's eyes right now, Da Zhe instinctively chose to ignore them.
Those pitch‑black eyes were radiating an unprecedented murderous gleam, yet Da Zhe didn't care. Instead, he raised a finger… and pointed behind it.
It parted its lipless, toothed mouth and turned slightly… dodging as well. A streak of light shot over—its source was the ten great vortices up in the Sky!
The King of the Huns had already been stabbed straight through the chest and torn apart, yet the ten vortices in the Sky did not vanish because of that… Hunnic King Attila hadn't truly died!
