At that moment, after Nana's blood drenched it, purple-black blood blisters began to bulge across Xing Tian's armor plating.
The blood blisters kept bursting, and whenever they split open, they let out cries like those of a baby.
The sound made people's scalps prickle.
At the same time, the Blood Plasma writhed, gathering on its own and transforming into thorn-like things that tightly wrapped around Xing Tian.
As these blood-colored thorns coiled around the mecha, their blood spines tried to pierce through Xing Tian's armor or worm their way inside through the gaps in the mecha.
At the same time, Wang Meng felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if his own heart had been entangled and pierced by those blood-colored thorns!
He could not help but grunt.
Nana's dark magic, using her own blood as a medium, was truly formidable.
Besides corroding and entangling its target and inflicting agonizing torment,
it could also absorb the target's vital essence to strengthen itself. Once the blood-colored thorns bloomed with enchanting hellflowers, the target's soul would fall.
Wang Meng knew none of this. He only knew that he had to act.
His rich combat experience told him that the longer this situation dragged on, the worse it would be for him.
He was not flustered.
Judging from Nana's performance, she was more troublesome than an ordinary Heavenly Ghost.
But she had yet to reach the level of those Heavenly Ghosts with titles. In other words, she was merely between the Fifth and Sixth Levels.
"Against an opponent like you, I can kill you without even activating Holy Descent!"
Although his heart was in excruciating pain, a smile appeared on Wang Meng's face instead, and his eyes gleamed with arrogance.
He controlled Xing Tian to swing its demonic sword. The greatsword swept