The originally cracked and desolate black ground suddenly turned into soft powder, flying everywhere with the wind, as if everything would be annihilated.
Yet Xuan Ying, in this area, seemed unaffected, indifferent to the physical attacks it suffered, allowing others to stab or chop at will. After all, this thing had no concept of vital spots, nor traditional flesh and skin. That mass of jet-black mud-like body remained untouched despite the attacks.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The tentacles behind Xuan Ying continued to turn into sharp spears, piercing the Soul-Stealing Giant Beast's body. The two monsters stood and fought without technique, yet the effects were entirely different. The Soul-Stealing Giant Beast's blood bar kept dropping, with each hit reducing its blood volume by hundreds.
Xuan Ying's blood bar remained unmoved, always showing a row of ?????.
