Boom!
Boom!
The Rainstorm Greatsword crashed down. Just as with the previous strike, another sword wound appeared on the Poisonous Insect Behemoth's chest.
Compared to the wound left by the Storm Greatsword, however, this one was clearly larger and deeper.
"Roar!!!"
As though it felt pain, the Poisonous Insect Behemoth roared, its already hideous face growing even more terrifying.
But soon, the wound on its chest rapidly healed again.
It was as though it had never existed.
"Hm?"
Qin Hao's expression darkened.
The power of both sword strikes he had unleashed fully rivaled a first-order domain.
Yet they had failed to severely wound the Poisonous Insect Behemoth.
"Hahaha!"
Seeing this, Zhou Likui burst into wild laughter. "It's useless. I told you, Qin Hao, you're still far beneath me."
Qin Hao ignored Zhou Likui, keeping his gaze fixed on the Poisonous Insect Behemoth.
The Poisonous Insect Behemoth seemed to realize that it could not simply take a beating. Those two sword strikes had also made it feel pain.
It immediately charged toward Qin Hao with a furious roar.
"Oh!"
As the Poisonous Insect Behemoth charged, the green poisonous mist surrounding it began to churn. Qin Hao distinctly saw that the mist had grown a tiny bit thinner than before.
Not by much!
Only a tiny bit!
At this sight, Qin Hao smiled.
Looking at Zhou Likui, who was laughing wildly as though victory were already in his grasp, Qin Hao shook his head and said calmly, "This Poisonous Insect Behemoth is nothing special after all!"
"Arrogant!"
"Insolent!"
Zhou Likui's face darkened, and he bellowed, "Go, kill him! I want him turned into part of my poisonous mist!"
"Roar!"
Upon receiving its command, the Poisonous Insect Behemoth grew even more frenzied. It roared and suddenly accelerated toward Qin Hao.
"Your poisonous mist