"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH! Dammit, where did that Sword Dao Master come from? It looked like he was just passing by... Just my rotten luck!"
At the bottom of the Abyssal Pit, the black-robed man who had been blasted all the way down by the Crescent Sword Qi was in a sorry state. His robes were in tatters, and his body had been sliced clean in two at the waist.
But at the cross-section where he had been severed, there was no bloody mess of flesh and bone. Instead, there were wood-like grains and writhing vines, similar to those of the Wood Demon race. It was this inhuman physiology that had kept him from dying instantly from the fatal blow.
CREAK... SQUISH...
Dense shoots of new vines sprouted from both his upper and lower torso, weaving together to crudely reattach his body and grant him a moment of mobility.
He took out a Transmission Token and transmitted a Sound of Divine Sense.
