The young man in blue neither dodged nor avoided, his sword in hand ruthlessly slashing horizontally. The sharp sword light traced a perfect arc and whistled through the air, confronting the snake's tail head-on.
"Rip."
The sharp sword light left a bone-deep wound on the thick snake tail, and thick snake blood splattered all around.
At the same time, he was thrown ten meters away by the enormous impact of the snake tail, crashing into a protruding boulder by the cliff's edge. His left arm was injured, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
The Black Bone-scaled Snake let out a painful hiss. It seemed that it had never expected the despicable little thief, who had been fleeing in panic, to have such a terrifying burst of power at the very moment of life and death.
"Hiss. Hiss."
