Bi Zihan was no slower. He swung the longsword in his hand and severed the thorns directly. Reaching out to grasp the thorn embedded in his shoulder, he endured the pain and pulled it out.
Pale golden blood scattered through the air, dripping straight down onto the ground.
"Hiss!" The intense pain from his shoulder made Bi Zihan involuntarily suck in a cold breath.
This Crimson Blood Thorn is pretty intelligent. It actually knew to create a fake position and lure me in. Bi Zihan silently thought to himself, yet he remained vigilant of his surroundings at all times.
Ordinarily, the Crimson Blood Thorn's main body was fragile. Once its main body came under attack, it would instinctively defend itself. But what Bi Zihan had not expected was that the Crimson Blood Thorn's intelligence was so high. It even knew how to create a fake position before launching a sudden sneak attack.
If his reaction had been any slower, that sneak attack just now would probably have sent him saying goodbye to this world.
Generally speaking, when a soul beast reached a thousand years of cultivation, it possessed the intelligence of a two-year-old human. Only soul beasts that reached a hundred thousand years truly possessed human thought. Yet this Crimson Blood Thorn was only around ten thousand years old, with strength roughly equivalent to that of a Soul King, but its intelligence was absurdly high.
Black lightning continuously struck the ancient trees and ground around him, producing thunderous booms. Yet thorns emerged once again from an ancient tree not far from him, forming something like a shield that blocked the black lightning.
However, Bi Zihan did not attack in the direction of the ancient tree this time. Instead, he stood quietly in midair, his gaze fixed on the opposite direction.