"This little rascal is so slippery, he's already seen through my weakness..."
The Nine-headed Worm operated the Black Lotus of Destruction, one after another, black lightning crashed down, turning the entire domain into a desperate land. Meanwhile, Fang Xing was struggling for survival within this desperate land. It seemed he had completely pressed Fang Xing down, leaving almost no chance of survival. Yet, in truth, he couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration. After all, Fang Xing's monster-like movement technique was bizarre; time and again he almost suppressed him, only for Fang Xing to slip through the cracks like a damned fly with incredibly large luck, never dying. He could certainly keep suppressing him, but his own lifespan couldn't keep up...
He understood in his heart that while he appeared formidable at the moment, the pressure on him was indeed immense.
If this monster wouldn't die, was he really going to exhaust himself to death here?
