Just then, the door was flung open with a bang, and Xiao Jianren and several silver-plated embroidered men rushed in.
It turned out that they heard the sounds of fighting, realized something was wrong inside, and rushed over to help.
However, as soon as he entered the room, he felt as if there were a pair of pitch-black eyes in front of him. Xiao Jianren groaned and fell straight to the ground.
He wasn't known for his combat prowess, and coupled with the fact that his mood had been fluctuating greatly due to Zhang Zitong, his mental strength was currently weakened, making him the first to be hit.
The other silver medalist, embroidered in a different outfit, held on for a second longer before collapsing as well.
Only the other two silver medalists, though also drowsy, gritted their teeth and brandished their soul-hooking ropes to try and put them on Zhang Jie.
Zhang Jie focused his main energy on fighting against Zu An, only using a little spare energy to deal with others. These two were able to become silver-ranked embroiderers, which shows their strong will and that's how they survived.
At this moment, Zhang Jie snorted coldly, and suddenly two copper coins appeared in his hand and shot towards the two of them.
"Be careful!" Zuan noticed that the laws surrounding the two copper coins seemed very strange and hurriedly warned them.
However, it was too late. The two silver-embroidered soul-snatching ropes had already been swung out and struck the copper coin directly.
How could a single copper coin withstand the full-force attack of a silver-medal embroidered robe?
The two copper coins were instantly shattered into pieces by the Soul-Hooking Rope, but the two silver embroidered robes that had been used to strike were also shattered at the same time.
Cursed arts!
Some of the strange methods of sorcerers can link a person's life to certain objects; if the object exists, the person exists; if the object dies, the person dies.
Zu An's eyes reddened as he watched, never expecting that it would implicate two silver-ranked embroiderers. To be honest, he had been traveling back and forth between the two places in a hurry recently, and since they were silver-ranked embroiderers who ranked seventh among the gold-ranked embroiderers, he hadn't really remembered their names.
I only remember that one of them was surnamed Yan and the other was surnamed Tao. They were usually carefree and irresponsible, but they were so brave and fearless in the face of a powerful enemy and died in this unknown danger.
When Zhang Jie was distracted, the thick, sticky drowsiness finally began to loosen a little, and Zu An made his move.
A dazzling sword light flashed, dispelling the darkness of the entire room and illuminating the hint of fear that flashed in Zhang Jie's eyes.
He retreated abruptly, then noticed the abnormality in his body and was horrified to find that his entire right hand was gone, shredded into pieces by the series of sword energies he had just encountered.
Zuan frowned. The opponent shouldn't have been able to dodge that sword strike, so how come he only lost his right hand?
At this moment, Zhang Jie's face was filled with horror, and he had lost all his composure. He knew very well that he had just walked through the gates of hell.
The substitute puppet he had crafted in his arms had turned to dust. With the substitute puppet present, he essentially had an extra life, and his true body was absolutely safe.
I never expected that the opponent's sword strike would be so powerful, not only destroying its substitute puppet, but also having the power to sever one of its arms!
He dared not delay any longer, and pulled out a straw doll with his left hand: "Blood for blood, you will also taste the pain of a severed hand!"
As he spoke, he twisted the doll's right hand hard and ripped it off.
At the same time, blood suddenly gushed from Zuan's right shoulder, and his entire arm began to tear open.
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