Feeling waves of piercing pain from his sea of consciousness, Song Wen instead grew somewhat calmer and abruptly halted.
Since he could not escape, he might as well fight with everything he had.
Void demons possessed powerful divine senses but relatively frail bodies. Since their divine sense attacks could not harm him, then this opponent was not as powerful as imagined, and he was not entirely without the strength to fight back.
Song Wen did not seek to kill that seventh-rank creature. He only hoped to frighten it away or find an opportunity to escape.
Song Wen turned to face the direction from which the seventh-rank Void Race creature was pursuing him. His hands rapidly formed seals, spiritual light swirling around his fingertips as he traced one gleaming thunder seal after another.
In an instant, vast heavenly might descended from the skies.
Suddenly.
The black mist ahead churned violently, as though swept up by a raging gale.
A ten-zhang-long figure burst through the black mist.
It was a void demon strikingly similar to a common eagle-type demon beast, yet not a single feather covered its body. Instead, strips of flesh hung all over it, writhing ceaselessly like living things.
Its sharp, elongated beak, like a keen spear, stabbed straight at Song Wen.
A silver talisman suddenly appeared in Song Wen's hand.
The talisman shattered, releasing a silvery-white radiance that enveloped Song Wen and the Nether Fox.
The long beak plunged into the silver light, yet did not raise even a drop of blood.
The giant eagle void demon turned its head and looked north.
It sensed that the human parasitized by the higher void demon had already fled three hundred li to the north.
It was just about to flap its wings and give chase.
At that moment, a thunderclap