Seizing the opportunity, He Ming lunged at the shadow's abdomen, driving his Spirit Artifact fiercely forward. His movements were agile and decisive, his gaze resolute.
His weapon whistled through the air, piercing toward the shadow's stomach like a streak of lightning.
Sensing the danger, the shadow tried to dodge, but it was already too late. He Ming's Spirit Artifact struck home deep into its belly, eliciting a cry of reluctant fury from the shadow.
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