"Rip~"
The fabric on Zhu Wenwu's shoulder suddenly tore open.
The eyes of those around him flinched, but fortunately, Zhu Wenwu seemed to have already dealt with the monster.
Su Changxing pondered for a moment and said, "A strange monster, it seems to die after a certain number of attacks, rather than by the strength of the attacks."
This was an incomprehensible world, where things did not align with the common sense they were familiar with.
Everyone around was in a tense state, silent, closely watching Zhu Wenwu's status, it seemed Zhu Wenwu might survive, and if he could survive, so could they.
Zhu Wenwu slowly crawled up from the ground, his cheeks flushed, panting heavily, seeing the monster's corpse had turned into a mass of black shadow imprinted on the ground.
"What is this?"
He felt the world begin to warp, and in an unguarded moment, through layers of shadows, he saw a cloaked figure wielding a scythe, standing two meters tall in front of Geng Wanchun.
