C169 Demi-human race

In a few blinks of an eye, he had already caught up with the black-robed man. In the midst of the black-robed man's miserable cry, his head was pierced through, and with a turn of its body in the distance, he flew back into Li Mu's hands.

With a flash of purple light, Li Mu looked at the purple throwing knife that was not stained with blood and laughed complacently. Then