"Shut up."
Bai Xiaowen summoned the Bone Warlock, and together they unleashed the Thunderstrike Art.
The two bolts of Thunderstrike Art, under Bai Xiaowen's control, struck the old face's eyes from the left and right.
The Ancient Pagoda Tree Demon let out a loud howl. Its branches and leaves trembled violently, making it seem to be in extreme pain.
From afar, Chen Rong and Chen Meng shouted their approval. Bai Xiaowen's image in their minds rapidly changed from negative to positive—after the Taoist illusion Bai Xiaowen had left behind shattered, they had once thought he had fled in the middle of battle.
"Young Master Lü, keep attacking the tree demon's vital spot! We'll come help you right away!" Chen Rong called out.
Huh? I didn't hit the tree demon's vital spot at all!
Bai Xiaowen narrowed his eyes.
That was right. The eyes on that old face were not the Ancient Pagoda Tree Demon's vital spot.
The Ancient Pagoda Tree Demon was very cunning. It could conjure faces anywhere on its body, so the places where it conjured faces would naturally be far from its vital spot. It was an instinctive form of protection.
Bai Xiaowen had used the Thunderstrike Art to strike the tree demon's conjured face only to avoid alerting it and put it at ease.
Because the Thunderstrike Art was merely a weakened version, its power was limited. Even with True Essence Force amplification, it could not inflict much damage on a Lord Tier tree demon. Striking its vital spot would not have done much good, either.
And the tree demon's extremely agonized howls...
Emmm, it could only be said that the tree demon was also engaging in strategic deception, making Bai Xiaowen believe that the conjured face was its vital spot so that he would attack