Suddenly, a screen of light formed in the air. The Black-haired Daoist pressed a finger against his chest, and the screen burrowed into his body.
In an instant, his chest split open. The Black-haired Daoist's face twisted into a savage grimace. He brought both hands to his chest, one prying his body open while the other reached straight inside.
With a crack, it seemed he had snapped a bone.
When the hand inside emerged, it was indeed holding a bone. He frantically stuffed pills into his mouth.
Just then, the Yellow-bearded Middle-aged Man let out a roar and hurled the enormous snake demon away.
At that moment, the Black-haired Daoist chanted under his breath. The bone in his hand glimmered, and in an instant the blood washed away, revealing its true form.
It was a bone as thin as a cicada's wing, translucent as jade, its tip faintly sharp. It looked rather like a bone sword.
"Go!"
The Black-haired Daoist shouted. The bone sword left his hand and shot after the snake demon like a meteor chasing the moon.
With a splash, the bone sword slashed into the snake demon's neck, tearing away a huge chunk of flesh.
The snake demon let out a horrible shriek. The bone sword rose again and plunged straight into the head on its left side, lodging between the bones and becoming impossible to move.
The snake demon howled miserably. Its enormous tail slammed against the ground, then swept wildly like a gale, striking the Yellow-bearded Middle-aged Man before he could dodge and sending him flying.
The Black-haired Daoist's face was as pale as gold paper. He bit down hard and spat out a mouthful of heart's blood. It landed on his fingertips and shone with a glimmer of light. He shouted, "Fall!"
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