As Qin Nuo slightly glanced sideways, the moment he turned around, the White Shadow behind him struck directly, its hand like an iron spear, aiming to pierce his spine.

But just as it was about to strike, the White Shadow's pupils suddenly contracted, and it swiftly retreated.

Ten meters away, the White Shadow slowly stood up, looking at the crack torn open on its chest, its eyes slightly narrowed, and it looked up at the black scythe swinging in mid-air with a hint of dread.

"Quick reflexes, or else you'd have lost your head," said the Blood-Eyed Ghost.