Chapter 92: Fortune's Second (Extra)

The dense demonic energy gathered like a black cloud, transforming into a stream of light and tracing an eerie trajectory over West Mountain.

At such a close distance, the chubby Taoist had no way to evade.

He never expected that this mysterious young man would actually be hiding a demon weapon.

With murderous intent exposed, only one thought to kill remained.

Humm...

The black feather arrow pierced through the air, tearing through the blood energy, and directly penetrated the chubby Taoist's shoulder.

Chilling fresh blood splattered across West Mountain.

The dense demonic energy, like maggots gnawing on bones, crawled along the hideous wound towards the flesh, bones, internal organs... burrowing into every limb and joint.

Boom...

The chubby Taoist's body shook, his blood energy churned, and black blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.

"Cunning little imp!"

The chubby Taoist raised his hand, and the blood energy condensed into a seven-inch small sword.