Tang Ming landed on the tree, and the wounds on his body quickly healed. He looked at the nine giant serpent heads in the sky and the swordsman standing aloft, pondering his escape route.
"Shadow Guard, help me take down Tang Ming. I'll deal with this little snake myself."
Qingfeng Can restored his once bright voice, but the black tentacles on his body didn't disappear; instead, they grew even more sinister.
"Demon Cultivation. I never expected someone from the Qingfeng clan to cultivate the Demon Clan's technique. Qingfeng Can, you are indeed surprising. But with your current power, you are still not my match."
Jiutou Zhanlang's green arm directly reached for Qingfeng Can's throat.
Qingfeng Can snorted coldly and opened his mouth, unexpectedly spitting out a pitch-black long sword.
On the long sword, black energy swirled, and faintly, one could hear the cries of souls.
