Stab.
Slash.
Continuous strikes.
Shen Ye gripped the short sword, swinging it endlessly in the void.
Kill the Gatekeeper?
What a joke.
If he really killed Fei Lun, the odds would be akin to winning the lottery.
Once it revives, there could be a "How Did You Die?" symposium so it could share its insights on having such terrible luck.
"Alright, cough... that's enough already, no need to keep attacking."
The lead Professional spoke up.
His voice was gentle, and his expression became more approachable.
"Is it done already?"
Shen Ye asked, feeling a bit unsure.
Just now.
He seemed to feel something.
—It felt like he had hit something.
Oh no, could it really be that coincidental?
Shen Ye focused his senses slightly.
—The Big Skeleton was his contract creature. He could sense that it didn't seem to be dead.
Shen Ye simply asked outright:
"Hey, Fei Lun, you okay back there?"
