As that bloodless finger pointed toward him, Niu Dazhuang's heart seized. He tried to use a body technique to dodge, but the space around him seemed to have been sealed, rendering him immobile.
"Dodge!"
Besides Niu Dazhuang, Yinn Shang was the least affected by the zither music. He had just regained his senses when he saw the critical scene unfold. It was too late to help, and he couldn't help but feel his heart burn with anxiety.
BOOM—
Niu Dazhuang only had time to cross his arms in front of his chest before the pale finger struck.
His arms were instantly pierced by a strange power, causing a vibrant spray of blood to blossom. Niu Dazhuang grunted and was sent flying backward.
"Junior Brother?" Yinn Shang's heart clenched. He had just witnessed the power of a Little Divine Technique. 'Can Dazhuang really withstand it?'
Just then, Niu Dazhuang, who had fallen to the ground, shook his head hard. He staggered to his feet, looking as if nothing serious had happened.
"What?"
