"Boom!"
With a loud crash, under the eerie light of the stream, a massive black shadow, three meters long and as thick as a person's waist, fell heavily to the ground.
The giant serpent's body bore several severe wounds with blood splattering and flesh torn. The most horrifying injury was on its head, where Wu Shidao's Iron Ruler had nearly plunged handle-deep into the serpent's burst eye.
As the serpent collapsed, Wu Shidao also fell to the ground, his face pale. When he drove the Iron Ruler into the serpent's eye socket, one of the serpent's claws had struck his back, injuring him.
At this moment, his back was a mess of torn clothes and bloody flesh, with the deepest gash at his shoulder blade, where the skin and flesh were lifted, and the white bone faintly visible.
Wu Shidao was drenched in cold sweat, grimacing in pain as he drew sharp breaths.
