At that moment, Ling'er pressed both hands to the ground. As Spiritual Power surged from her palms, a smooth, mirror-like sheet of ice rapidly covered the area.
"SKREEE..."
The Hundred Poisonous Scorpion, stabbed in the abdomen while on its side, thrashed about wildly. For a moment, it couldn't even get back on its feet, letting out a strange shriek.
Just as Hua Wei was about to move in for another strike, the Vine around his waist suddenly tightened.
It yanked him backward uncontrollably. In fact, to increase the speed, Zhang Deming had practically flung him away.
The moment he was clear, a venomous scorpion tail, glinting with a cold light, stabbed right into the spot where he had just been standing.
The Vine around his waist dissipated. He did several backflips to bleed off the momentum before looking at Zhang Deming. "Thanks," he said.
Zhang Deming nodded but said nothing.
The others, who were about to attack again, suddenly found their expressions changing.
