The Dragon-Headed Cane was half a zhang long, and fully half of it had plunged into the Blood-Clothed Man's skull.
With an injury like that, the Blood-Clothed Man was certain to die.
At that moment, the Blood-Clothed Man's eyes were tightly shut. He lay motionless, looking dead.
Gao Tianfang, Dong Fengwu, Wu Dongchuang, Master Jueming, and the others all let out great sighs of relief.
Dead?
The Desolation that required an entire Great City to suppress had actually died just like that?
Chen Shi'an was deeply puzzled.
Just then, the Blood-Clothed Man's tightly shut eyes suddenly opened, and the Dragon-Headed Cane embedded in the top of his head shot out at the same time, bringing a spray of blood with it.
The instant the Dragon-Headed Cane left his head, something astonishing happened.
The bowl-sized hole in the top of the Blood-Clothed Man's head rapidly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In fewer than six breaths, it was completely restored.
Then he roared with laughter. "You old hag! What can the likes of you possibly do to me with these paltry tricks?"
This!
Even an injury that severe couldn't kill him!
Didn't that mean the Desolation had an immortal body?
Outside the central ruins, everyone was dumbstruck.
The white-haired old woman snorted softly. "Even if I can't kill you, I can suppress you again.
"Once you're suppressed this time, you won't be able to rise again for a hundred years!"
As her words fell, the white-haired old woman rapidly formed seals with both hands again. The Dragon-Headed Cane that had bounced aside shot out once more and plunged into the Blood-Clothed Man's chest.
The Blood-Clothed Man's body was restrained, leaving him unable to dodge, and he could not be bothered to dodge anyway.
With a wet squelch, the