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He Ao rested his hand on the barrel of the gun and slowly stood up, looking toward the Shadow Cutter that was pierced behind him by the long spear.
The Shadow Cutter's eyes bulged, staring blankly at him, his face filled with disbelief.
His surprise was frozen on his face, as if he had already lost his life.
But at that moment, He Ao abruptly sidestepped.
Whoosh—
A slender bone needle barely grazed his cheek as it flew past, striking a small door not far behind him, sparking dazzlingly.
"How could you..."
The rigid lips of the Shadow Cutter moved up and down, seemingly trying to figure out how He Ao had seen through his 'playing dead,' or perhaps he wanted to ask why He Ao was not affected by the polluted murmurs.
However, he never got to ask his questions, for He Ao had already approached him.
In his eyes, there remained only the calm gaze of the elderly man, his deep pupils harboring the tranquility before a volcanic eruption.