Seeing the purple-robed man about to fall into the deep hole behind the wall, Wang Chen hurled the spear in his hand without hesitation.
Pfft!
The Seven Feather Spear struck the purple-robed man squarely in the right thigh. Its tip pierced through flesh and sank into the wall, brutally interrupting his attempt to flee and twisting his body into a bizarre posture.
"Aah!"
The purple-robed man, who appeared to be a demon, let out a shriek and abruptly twisted his head around.
His head turned from his front to his back—a full one hundred and eighty degrees. His originally pitch-black eyes instantly turned scarlet and stretched into vertical pupils!
Hisss!
The next instant, the purple-robed man stuck out his tongue and made a strange hissing sound.
His tongue was long and thin, with a forked tip.
And that was not all. Layer upon layer of black scales emerged beneath the skin of the purple-robed man's face and neck!
Was it about to reveal its true form?
Wang Chen advanced with a cold sneer, reaching for the Seven Feather Spear.
The purple-robed man opened his mouth and spat out a stream of sickly green venom, which shot like lightning toward Wang Chen's face.
Wang Chen raised his arm and thrust out his palm. Baleful Intent surged from his palm, shattering and blasting away the incoming venom.
The splattered venom struck the wall behind him, immediately raising wisps of gray smoke. It was clearly highly corrosive and poisonous.
By now, the purple-robed man could no longer maintain his human form. His long snake body was struggling free of its human skin.
But its tail had been nailed firmly to the wall by the Seven Feather Spear, leaving that part completely unable to move!
A small, delicate horn protruded from the purple-robed man's