As the spiral sword pierced through the skin at his waist, a splash of acid blood spilled out.
-102!
[Lin Sheng:1608/3500.]
Lin Sheng tumbled away with a thundering roll, disheveled and in a sorry state.
But more than his own pathetic appearance, what Lin Sheng cared about was his instinct-driven response just now.
"I actually... got scared?"
Lin Sheng clutched his rebellious heart that was still pounding violently, his face full of disbelief.
The body is so honest.
Even though his brain was trying its hardest to contend with that single sword strike, his survival instinct made him avoid the edge!
For the first time in his life, he chose to evade rather than face the battle head-on!
"Foolish Underworld's... Foolish Underworld's!!!"
Lin Sheng glared angrily at the distant front, an endless fury burning in his heart as if in ashamed anger.
However, what he saw was the empty and disorganized head of the Iron Hammer Demon.
