Hearing Yun Yanshuang's anxious cries,
Yun Yantian, suppressing his injuries with immense effort, quickly grabbed the fallen black short spear from the ground and charged at Wang Linyue.
With a sweeping strike of the spear,
Under Wang Linyue's gaze of terror and despair, Yun Yantian's strike sent his head flying.
Thud, thud, thud...
The bloodied head rolled to a corner of the courtyard.
Even in death, his wide, glaring eyes fixated on Yun Yanshuang and Yun Yantian, brimming with hatred and unwillingness, before life left him entirely.
Pffft—
After slaying Wang Linyue with a single blow, Yun Yantian could no longer suppress his injuries. Blood surged out of his mouth, and his complexion grew even paler.
"Yantian-ge!"
Yun Yanshuang hurried forward to examine his wounds.
"Use the Speed Talisman… take my father and leave here at once!"
Yun Yantian, enduring the pain, managed to utter those words with difficulty.
