Despite his injuries, Shen Huayuan raised his hand and summoned his Talisman Sword, causing it to light up once again, shooting out a red beam of light. Rather than aiming at the Corpse Demon rushing at him, the beam was shooting towards the back of the head of another Corpse Demon, attacking other people.
As the sword edge neared the back of the Corpse Demon's head, just an inch away from penetration, the Corpse Demon suddenly turned around, raising a withered claw to protect its face.
A sharp ring sounded!
The crimson Talisman Sword hit the palm of its claw, emitting a sound like a clash between metal and stone, yet failed to pierce through.
Seeing this, Shen Huayuan sighed mournfully.
At the same time, the Corpse Demon had already swung its claw, its five sharp claws descended like knife-edge, aiming at his head. He had no time to recall the Talisman Sword.
