Lin Tian's blade pierced through Guizhong Yilang's chest, emerging from the back, yet at this moment Guizhong Yilang revealed a strange smile.
Hmm? Is this old guy unkillable? Lin Tian was stunned, thinking that he might also be some sort of undead, but when the blade had pierced him, there was hardly any resistance felt. If he were undead, he shouldn't have been so weak.
Suddenly, Guizhong Yilang, with the blade still in him, began to fade, flickered a few times, and then disappeared, leaving only a wooden doll suspended in mid-air.
The doll was carved very realistically, with nose and eyes, and the Demon Blade was penetrating the wooden doll's chest.
Damn, I killed a dummy! Lin Tian cursed inwardly, having let Guizhong Yilang use a spell on him without realizing, the little Japanese guy was indeed cunning.
