The newly grown thin layer of scales was no match for the sharp blades as they sliced through. Nan Xiong Peng Hu immediately sustained even more wounds, over a hundred of varying depths.
Peng Hu looked just like a villain being publicly executed, the skin and flesh of his body being scraped off piece by piece, leaving his bloodied bones exposed.
No matter how turbulent the Demonic Qi roiled within him, it couldn't fend off the Sharp Swords flying from different directions and angles. Nan Xiong Peng Hu kept roaring furiously, like a monster that had crawled out from the Evil Pool, madly charging at the wall of Sword Qi, but these Flying Swords were under Zhu Minglang's telekinetic control.
The moment Nan Xiong Peng Hu charged towards the back of the statue, Zhu Minglang immediately directed the Flying Swords to concentrate in that area.
