The car window displayed the current miserable state of Saintly Radiance Zhenren.
His throat was now nothing more than a transparent hole, with only two strips of flesh supporting his head on either side.
Saintly Radiance Zhenren, perhaps due to psychological reasons or something else, had a premonition that he absolutely must not move another step, otherwise his head would be severed.
In extreme panic, he fainted immediately, his head hitting the ground almost severing the last bit of flesh connecting his skull.
At this moment, two people on the ground also felt fear, as did the Saintly Bright Daoist lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity.
Saintly Bright Daoist knew he couldn't wait any longer. If he waited any longer, Saintly Radiance Zhenren would most likely die here. He immediately pulled out a flying needle and hurled it towards the car window where Lin Bingxuan was.
