Boom, boom, boom!
Outside the stockade, the rapidly advancing Jinxian Sect guard team seized the watchtower and fired pellets at the two-horned giant.
However, the pellets merely thudded against his impenetrable skin, as if hitting something extremely elastic, and were bounced off, scattering on the ground.
With a grim smile on his face, he didn't even glance at the guard team; instead, he brandished the ghost-head sabre that was attached to his arm.
"Ha!!"
Wang Hu, who was confronting the giant, let out a loud shout without dodging. Instead, he punched forward fiercely.
The surge of spirit from his fist flew out, colliding with the ghost-head sabre, resisted it for a moment, and then exploded at the center.
The blast forced Wang Hu to retreat several steps, but the two-horned giant didn't move an inch.
He glanced at the back of his fist and saw several new cuts from which blood was flowing.
