Curse of Shattering (18)

"What is that thing?"

Faced with the strange "creature" that had suddenly appeared and even shown signs of aggression, Chang Mo couldn't help feeling secretly alarmed.

That sword strike had been rushed, but it had still packed a serious punch. An ordinary Intermediate Tier fighter would never have taken it so easily.

Yet now, the thing didn't seem to have suffered so much as a scratch.

"Hard to say. It's even hard to say whether it's alive."

As a demigod, Fu Qian was also frowning as he examined it.

At this close range, the thing's structure was plain to see. It really didn't look like a creature made of flesh and blood—more like something a child had made by hand.

And yet there was no mistaking the aggression it had shown just now and was still showing.

As the crystal worm-like thing curled up, poised to pounce, Fu Qian examined it while stepping past Chang Mo and reaching out to grab it.

He stopped the crystal worm's charge in an instant and pinned it in his hand.

Crack... crack...

A sharp scraping sound rang out. Fu Qian tightened his grip, and the crystal worm thrashed even more violently.

Crash!

Realizing just how absurdly hard it was, Fu Qian once again brought himself and his sword into perfect unity and struck.

This time, he finally had an effect.

A spray of glittering crystal shards flew through the air.

The badly injured crystal worm shuddered all over, then suddenly rolled out of Fu Qian's hand.

Clang!

Chang Mo, who had been watching closely, struck almost at the same time.

Her swift sword flashed like lightning and hit the target again, yet once more it left no mark.

Using the force of the impact, the crystal worm rolled away at an incredible speed,