In the dilapidated Taoist temple, Lin Yuan and the Iron-Back Daoist were locked in battle.
Both were Tier Four, yet Lin Yuan steadily held the upper hand.
Zhong Kui's Demon-Slaying Sword swung out with a fierce whoosh, slashing onto the carapace of the colossal centipede that the Iron-Back Daoist had transformed into.
"Clang!"
"Clang! Clang!"
Each sword strike sent scarlet sword energy, mingled with demonic flames, sweeping across the centipede's shell, shattering it to pieces, sending flesh flying in all directions.
It didn't take long, just about ten-odd minutes, for Lin Yuan to leave countless ghastly wounds on the giant centipede.
The lantern-sized eyes of the centipede were filled with disbelief. It never imagined that at the same Tier Four, it would perform so poorly.
Anger seemed to become a catalyst for the Iron-Back Daoist's power.
His demonic power, enveloped in toxins, fearlessly launched an assault towards Lin Yuan.
