The sudden sound didn't alert Li Shan to any problem, and he continued excitedly, "Right, Wang Long, you think too—"
His voice abruptly stopped because he noticed that Wang Long in front of him hadn't opened his mouth. Instead, Wang Long was staring in horror at something behind him.
"Pfft."
With a soft sound, a sharp Bone Spear pierced through Li Shan's chest.
He looked down in disbelief at the spear tip protruding from his chest.
Opposite him, Wang Long's face was full of terror, but before he could make any noise, a grotesque ghostly face emerged from behind him.
The next moment, Wang Long's body was directly sliced into pieces by two Sharp Claws, his organs spilling all over the ground, leaving only a head that fell to the ground, its lips moving weakly like a dying fish.
"You, you..."
Li Shan's mouth made a muddled sound, immediately drowned by the blood gushing out.
"Clatter."
As Chu Xiu pulled out the Bone Spear, Li Shan's body fell limply to the ground.
