Thud!
Zhang Xiaohao's body went limp, he stumbled, and was about to be flung to the ground.
Just as he was about to fall.
"Get up!" Zhang Xiaohao roared with a determined expression.
He stomped on the ground with one foot and forcefully stood up.
Pfft!
Straining too hard, he felt a sweetness in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Xingtian Battle Axe he had been holding in his hands had now completely dissolved.
Even the Fish Intestine Sword was stabbed into the ground, revealing only a hilt with a delicate pattern.
A breeze of the night passed by.
Boom!
The body of the middle-aged woman exploded on the spot.
Her corpse turned into a mist of blood and pieces of flesh scattering on the ground, not leaving behind a single piece of intact skin.
"Huff!" Zhang Xiaohao exhaled a breath of turbid air.
A bitter smile appeared on his face, as he had forcefully used the Xingtian Battle Axe at the brink of the crisis.
