"Haha, your wind blade can't hit me, and judging by your appearance, this should be your last attack, right?" Flame Wolf sneered.
"Is that so?"
Qin Yang's lips curled into a cold smile, and the seal in his hand suddenly changed.
Seeing this, Flame Wolf's face changed, as a fierce gust of wind approached from behind him.
The gust was actually the wind blade he had dodged earlier, unexpectedly it had spun in the air, now aimed at his neck once again.
At the critical moment, Flame Wolf forcefully shifted his body to the left by half an inch.
"Pssh!"
Blood splattered as Flame Wolf's arm was chopped off by the fierce wind blade, thrown into the air, still tightly gripping a gun.
"Ah!!!"
Flame Wolf's eyes widened, his face twisted, and he let out a painful scream.
"Sending you on your way!"
Qin Yang pinched in the air again with his right hand, gathering cyan airflow between his fingers.
