The flesh monster embedded in the wall slid down, but quickly, it reconstituted itself. Its mouth split open in a grotesque grin, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, like a beast, lunging towards the man who had collapsed on the ground.
At this time, his weakened state no longer cared about tormenting his opponent; he only wanted to devour the other to replenish himself.
An ice sword, clear as glass, shot out from not far away, embedding into his body, followed by a second, and a third. As he struggled to dodge, numerous ice swords wafting cold mist and frost had already floated beside the black-haired girl.
Compared to the scorching of flames and slicing of sword edges, these chilling and petrifying ice swords were far more dangerous to him, slowing his movements and weakening his self-healing ability.
