Qing Jianzi, having exhausted his inner strength, sat paralyzed on the ground with a face as pale as gold paper. However, at this moment, his eyes were wide and he looked horrified as he watched Fang Lin on the back of the Lizard Demon Beast.
Fang Lin was constantly spewing blood. Each time he pulled out a bit more, a mouthful of fresh blood splurted out. It seemed as if he was wilting with each passing moment.
Still, he did not let go. He gritted his teeth and struggled desperately to pull out the sharp end bit by bit.
The Lizard Demon Beast's body was trembling, as though it was enduring great pain, issuing miserable cries from its mouth.
As the bloody longsword was continuously drawn out, the body of the Lizard Demon Beast shriveled visibly.
Fang Lin finally understood why the sword was embedded in the demon beast's body. It was using the life force of the Lizard Demon Beast to nourish it continuously.
