Crack, crack!
Strange sounds came from inside Pei Haibing's body, his flesh withered all over, leaving a humanoid skeleton lying on the ground—an ocher skeleton covered with brain matter and internal organs that grew at an unimaginably fast rate, with countless misshapen bones sprouting wildly.
"So many tricks up his sleeve."
Seeing Pei Haibing ready to unleash a powerful move, Su Jie was not like the simpletons in dramas, who just watched their opponent complete their powerful technique.
As a Demon Cultivator, Su Jie cared nothing for martial ethics. Before Pei Haibing could complete his transformation, dozens of pale corpse hands, capable of easily snapping steel, pressed down on him.
The human-faced moth swarm immediately covered Pei Haibing's entire body, forming a ball of insects, furiously nibbling and corroding him.
Meanwhile, under Su Jie's control, the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword aimed straight at Pei Haibing's forehead and plunged in.
