With a sudden thrust!
"Sss!"
A thin smoke rose, bringing some corrosive yellow-green pus, splattering from the wound.
Xia Nan felt the longsword in his hand as if it were plunged into a quagmire, its strength constantly weakening and slowing in the dense muscle tissue.
"Ding."
Finally, accompanied by something bone-like and hard, the tip of the sword could no longer penetrate.
"Just a little more!" he thought to himself.
He just considered striking again to pierce through the cartilage and penetrate the demon's heart.
A sharp and piercing howl, as if it intended to punch through his skull.
The Thorn Demon's withered, branch-like hand, cut through the blind spot of his vision in a sinister and deadly arc, stabbing towards Xia Nan's side.
A cold chill suddenly swept across the back of his head.
The force that was pushing the longsword forward instantly dissipated, and his left hand let go of the hilt as his arm instinctively blocked to the side.
"Bang!"
