When the lightning faded, only a thin layer of the monster's shield remained, teetering on the brink of collapse.
Song Wen gripped the Chasing Sun Spear and fiercely thrust it at the monster's abdomen.
The monster did not dodge. It opened its bloody maw wide, and amid shrill, mournful wails, its long tongue shot out like a spear, aiming straight for Song Wen's face.
A blood-red tentacle as thick as a bowl suddenly grew from Song Wen's head and met the long tongue head-on.
As for the monster's wails, they merely caused a slight sting in Song Wen's sea of consciousness and did him no actual harm.
Meanwhile, the Chasing Sun Spear in his hand effortlessly pierced the tottering shield.
The spearhead flashed and drove straight into the monster's abdomen.
Yet, to Song Wen's surprise, he did not feel the resistance that should have come from the spear piercing flesh. Instead, it was as though he had stabbed into nothingness.
The monster's abdomen suddenly turned illusory, revealing a hole the size of a washbasin. The Chasing Sun Spear plunged into the hole without obstruction.
At that moment, the monster's long tongue collided with the blood-red tentacle.
Song Wen felt an enormous force strike him, sending him flying backward several yards.
Yet instead of being alarmed, he was delighted. The monster had also been knocked back—by more than twenty yards.
The monster's physical body was far weaker than he had imagined, at most comparable to a mid-to-late fourth-rank demonic beast.
However, its piercing shriek was enough to make Void Refinement Realm cultivators blanch at the sound.
This was a demonic beast with powerful divine sense but a relatively weak physical body.
Song Wen moved, closing in once more.
The Chasing Sun Spear in his hand seemed to have been ignited by