"Gang Fist——! Sixteen Layers!! Take this! Middle——!!"
Seizing the perfect opportunity, the general hurriedly stowed away his horse lance, and with a roar, drew a massive bow! He fired a golden arrow whizzing straight into the wound created by the poison cloud!
"Ahhh——!" It was unclear what kind of magic treasure that golden arrow was, but the 'Antelope' clearly stumbled, then furiously turned its head. First, it let out a sharp shriek from its human mouth, and a slicing wind cut off its injured hind leg.
Then, from its sheep head, it shot a mouthpart resembling that of an insect, ejecting a sting over thirty zhang long, stabbing it into its severed hind leg to suck it dry, instantly regenerating a perfect new body from the wound! Great, all that effort for nothing!
At this moment, Thousand Insect Taoist and Han Jiu were utterly dumbfounded. What the hell, can it really play that way? Eating oneself to grow? What's the freaking point of fighting then?
