The current situation could be called precarious without the slightest exaggeration; at any moment, she might fall, perhaps even have her soul scattered to the winds.
Beads of sweat the size of soybeans covered the woman's forehead. She unleashed every trick she had, desperate to flee in utter rout.
But Fairy Miaoyin's combat experience was equally abundant. How could she miss such a fine opportunity? Her offensive grew fiercer and more urgent, giving the woman no chance even to catch her breath, much less any opening to escape in panic.
The Black Phoenix Demoness's situation grew more and more unfavorable.
And when the roof leaked, it just had to meet a night of endless rain—the Blood Moon Demon Toad had already destroyed its opponent.
It slowly turned its head, savage light flickering in its eyes, an astonishing killing intent spreading out from its enormous body.
In a daze, it seemed to move its mouth, and then space blurred. A long, strip-like thing, resembling a rope, sliced across the sky.
No, how could that be some rope? It was clearly the Blood Moon Demon Toad's tongue. In the span of one stretch and one retraction, it abruptly swelled to over a thousand zhang long, stabbing viciously toward the top of her head like a sharp sword.
A toad shooting out its tongue—this movement bore some resemblance to a frog in the mortal world hunting insects. Yet in terms of power, the two could not be spoken of in the same breath. This strike contained the power of laws.
Its timing was grasped to perfection as well. Even if the Black Phoenix Demoness had been at her peak, whether she could have taken it was hard to say.
Let alone now, when her situation had already become unfavorable to the extreme.
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