Swoosh!
From an unexpected corner!
Caught off guard, Old Demon Meng could only use his demon body to forcibly receive the edge of Fang Xing's Rotten Iron Sword!
A thin streak of sword light fell upon his arm, shattering a multitude of scales and sending them flying... unexpectedly severing the arm entirely and leaving a deep gash on Old Demon Meng's body.
"Ah!"
Old Demon Meng screamed in pain, clutching his severed limb and placing it back on the wound.
Crackling!
Accompanied by countless blood-red mists writhing like fine threads, the arm was directly reattached.
Even so, the wounds continued to seep blood...
"Compared to the immortality of the ancient demons, your True Demon Body still needs more training..." Fang Xing sneered.
"Lucky upstart."
Old Demon Meng bellowed in rage, his heart filled with great fear.
Even with the inheritance of Void Refining, to have just ascended to Divinity Transformation and yet already possess a hint of Void Power?
