The white poisonous gas, the flying sword, and several blood-red tentacles collided in succession.
The instant the flying sword pierced into the poisonous gas, its blade trembled violently, and its originally clear sword cry abruptly turned dull and obscure.
The spiritual radiance clinging to the sword dimmed at a visible rate, as though it were being swiftly corroded and dissolved by the white poisonous gas.
The flying sword's forward momentum also slowed sharply, as if it had fallen into a swamp, making every inch of progress arduous.
The several blood-red tentacles Song Wen had unleashed fared no better.
The moment they touched the white poisonous gas, strange sizzling sounds came from their surfaces. Then they burst apart with a bang, turning into scattered drops of blood that were swiftly corroded by the poisonous gas.
A trace of humanlike mockery flashed through the Ghost-Faced Demon Serpent's deathly pale vertical pupils.
It was as though it were saying, Mere blood food dares to resist? You overestimate yourselves!
Perhaps worried that the poisonous gas would taint the flavor of its blood food, it did not continue using the white poisonous gas to attack them. Instead, its enormous head suddenly shot upward, smashing through the white poisonous mist. Its bloody maw gaped wide as it viciously bit toward the two of them.
"Retreat!"
Song Wen and Rong Shao both rapidly retreated.
At the same time, Blood Tide beneath Song Wen's feet churned forth a vast amount of bloodwater, instantly swallowing the area dozens of zhang ahead.
Bang!
The Ghost-Faced Demon Serpent's massive head crashed straight into Blood Tide.
Blood Tide surged violently, nearly collapsing, but under Song Wen's full exertion, it barely held together.
Then, Blood Tide desperately compressed inward, seeking to crush the demon serpent's head alive. Tentacles of varying sizes also extended