The entire body uncontrollably flew backward, like a kite with a broken string, fiercely crashing into the hard wall behind with a heavy thud, then slid limply to the ground, the spear in his hand clattering to the side.
At this moment, the shadow held by Gu Sheng's left hand by the throat, suspended in mid-air, started struggling violently again after a brief period of "obedience," as if some indestructible vitality was supporting it from within its blurred black form.
Gu Sheng's eyes narrowed, as he connected it to the figure that had used the spear to ambush him earlier and the one that had fired the poison needle, pondering in his heart.
"Are these things of the same kind? Could they be special creatures born from this Secret Realm, guarding this place?"
As he thought for a moment, from the corner of his eye, he sharply noticed a faint cold light flickering again in the blurry palm of the struggling shadow, as if it was forming that envenomed silver needle once more!
