Everything had happened too quickly.
Wang Xiaolong, caught completely off guard, had hardly any chance to react before he was struck by the sweeping tail of the snake and flung away.
Bang!
A moment later.
His body heavily crashed into a pine tree four meters away.
The powerful impact caused the entire tree to shake violently twice, and the pine cones that fell down in the process also hit Wang Xiaolong on his head and body.
The pine cones weren't fully mature yet, still bearing tiny spikes, and as they fell from above, they scratched several blood marks on his exposed skin and face.
Added to the pain that felt as if his body were falling apart, he couldn't help but gasp in shock.
"Damn it, wasn't that thing supposed to be dead?"
Su Qianqian pondered slightly, "A centipede dies but never falls down! Although we took its Demon Core and destroyed its vitals, it was after all a snake demon with cultivation. Before its last breath, it was inevitable to struggle one last time."
