Jörmungandr was shocked and furious. Since gaining consciousness, it had never suffered such a huge loss. Though it was reluctant to admit it, it truly felt the threat of death now.
Yet even now, Jörmungandr found it hard to believe that this pressure of death had been brought upon it by the seemingly insignificant human before it.
But its blood still stained the blade in the other party's hand, making it look especially sinister, as if reminding it where the wound on its cheek had come from. What it found even harder to understand was that although its target was already within its poisonous mist, he remained lively and vigorous, while its own body only grew weaker and weaker.
Jörmungandr could not help wondering who had actually been poisoned.
After slashing Jörmungandr, Zhang Heng did not attack again. He mainly focused on evasion, dodging the giant serpent's subsequent rolls and furious counterattacks. During that time, he also tried to fire another arrow with the Plague Bone Bow.
Jörmungandr's current movements showed that the arrow he had previously shot into the giant serpent's mouth had worked. Although he had used an ordinary arrow, the Plague Bone Bow's effect of infecting anything it drew blood from with two to five plagues had taken effect.
After that, Zhang Heng could clearly sense Jörmungandr's movements slowing down, making it easier for him to evade. However, this time Jörmungandr gave him no further opportunity. His second arrow failed to hit the wound on the giant serpent's cheek and was deflected by the surrounding scales.
By then, Jörmungandr had completely discarded its initial contempt for Zhang Heng and was beginning to panic. It realized that although it possessed invincible strength, it could not catch its target and thus could not use that strength. Even its ever-effective