In the deep pit, amidst the pool of blood, the Shepherd's half-torso lay dismembered.
Among them, including the head and most of the chest cavity, presented as nothing more than a mound of minced flesh, like a bag of dumpling filling dropped on the ground.
Under normal circumstances, a person would unquestionably be dead.
But the Shepherd was different.
The opponent was not only not dead.
He seemed lively,
His legs and arms were still twitching.
Particularly, his ten fingers were moving at an extremely rapid pace.
Even leaving behind trails of afterimages.
That was...
A hand sign!
Essential hand signs for performing most secret techniques!
"Stop him!"
The Knowledge Knight shouted loudly, unleashing a Sword Qi, while ten first-generation Dragonvein Warlocks fired a barrage of fireballs.
But...
It was useless!
Whether it was Sword Qi or fireballs, they vanished without a trace the instant they touched the Shepherd.
As if they had never existed at all.
