"Huff, huff..."
Inside Silken Cloud Grotto-Heaven, Lin Mo stood in the air, panting heavily.
Vitality essence surged through his body, swiftly nourishing his Wood Wight incarnation. The blood on his skin rapidly scabbed over and flaked away, revealing the dark green bark beneath.
A thousand zhang away, the Centipede froze in utter disbelief.
Unleashing its innate divine ability at full power had drained it enormously. Five Northern Dipper Ancient Swords and several thousand Twisted-Branch Wood Swords had pierced its body, and five of its eyes had been gouged out. Its wounds were grievous.
It had believed its innate divine ability would utterly eradicate this human cultivator. No matter how great the expenditure, that would have been worth it.
Yet now, though Lin Mo's aura had weakened, it was rapidly recovering under the restorative effects of vitality essence. The Centipede, meanwhile, was an arrow at the end of its flight, no longer capable of mounting a meaningful attack!
"Finished already? Now it's my turn!"
Lin Mo's physical injuries were severe, but his divine soul had suffered little damage. He stared coldly at the Centipede and abruptly exerted his will.
Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss...
The five ancient swords and four thousand six hundred Twisted-Branch Wood Swords churned inside the Centipede like spinning wind wheels, swiftly destroying what life remained in it.
The Centipede shrieked in agony and fell from the air. Its armored shell shattered and flew apart, spraying dark green blood in every direction.
Its vitality was immense, but even it could not withstand destruction on this scale. In fewer than three breaths, its body was riddled with holes. The demon essence within it could no longer gather, leaving it unable to unleash the innate divine ability it had so proudly relied upon.
"Die!"
Without a shred of mercy, Lin