The beast-type demon was confident that it would be able to rip apart the body of this small human cultivator with its next attack!
Those sharp claws that carried the smell of blood dashed forward.
In the next moment, a certain scene flashed through the mind of the beast-type demon. In the scene, that small human cultivator was lying on the ground and wailing with his belly ripped open and insides gushing out.
This thought alone was enough to make its bestial blood boil.
"Clang~"
When the claws of the beast-type demon met with Song Shuhang's arm, a metallic sound echoed in the surrounding area.
At the same time, a burst of tyrannical strength was transmitted back to the claws of the beast-type demon, making its claws tingle with numbness.
"How is this possible?!" The beast-type demon was dumbfounded.
