"Bang." — It was the muffled sound of a blood-and-mud-covered boot stamping on flesh.
"Ssshhh." — It was the sharp hiss of thorns on the Beard Demon's chin, slicing through the air like a venomous snake.
A sense of danger erupted in his heart.
Almost instinctively, Xia Nan focused his mind, pushing his spiritual power to the limit — [Gravity Control]!
The thorny whiskers, originally aimed directly at his face and reflected in his contracted pupils, seemed to have been gently diverted by an invisible hand.
The direction changed.
They landed on the arm shield that Xia Nan had simultaneously raised to protect himself.
A flash of surprise crossed the cloudy eyes of the Beard Demon.
Yet, without hesitation, it pursued Xia Nan, who had just landed after being knocked down by the shadow of the black wolf.
