The faces of many on the city walls instantly turned ghastly pale at the sight of this, whereas a ghastly cold smile had curled up on the corners of the Head Snatcher’s mouth.

Suddenly, the Head Snatcher watched with astonishment as the wound on Yang Ye’s throat healed in an instant!

The Head Snatcher’s face was covered in disbelief, “How… how could… this be… possible!”

Yang Ye touched his throat, looked up, and had an extremely solemn expression in his eyes as he looked at the Head Snatcher. At that instant earlier, he’d actually felt his blood being moved by something. Especially the blood at his throat. It seemed to have transformed into a sharp blade that sliced at his throat from inside out.

Fortunately, the tiny vortex had revolved at the critical moment and suppressed the mysterious force that was moving his blood. Otherwise, he might have really lost his head. Of course, it was only a possibility because while his throat had split open slightly, it was just a small wound that wasn’t lethal. Moreover, now that he was vigilant against such a...