The cold blade swept past the skin of his upper back, the chill raising a bone-deep ache! The shadow of death clung to him like a festering ghost!
"Urgh-ah!"
Qin Lie let out a shriek so shrill and warped it scarcely sounded human, as if the terror of death grazing his back had utterly shattered his courage. Stumbling forward in a deeply wretched scramble like a startled rabbit, his movements were clumsy, frantic, and entirely devoid of method—a purely instinctive struggle driven by sheer panic.
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