To be merciful to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself.
Tu Xiao'an now found this saying to be profoundly true.
Besides, this ugly Centipede Monster's existence contributed nothing to the world.
It was a product of the War Relics, and all creatures from the outside world were its enemies.
STAB, STAB, STAB...!
The Heaven Swaying Sword in Tu Xiao'an's hand relentlessly gouged deep, bloody holes in the Centipede Monster's body. Its incredibly hard shell, already weakened by the Flames, was becoming more and more fragile.
The smaller centipedes that had burrowed out of the ground had failed to save their master. Instead, they were completely wiped out.
The air was filled with a foul stench—or, more accurately, Poisonous Qi.
If an ordinary person were to inhale even a wisp of this air, they would be reporting for duty in the Underworld.
Centipedes are venomous creatures, and these were no ordinary ones. Even the smaller ones were incredibly toxic.
