1236. Dead

Blood flowed through Noah's throat and reached his mouth. His defenses had barely blocked the Snake's attack, but he had still suffered a lot of damage in the process.

Yet, he only cared about the fact that the creature was still in his range. His corrosive smoke had already resumed filling the area, and the ice-shards accumulated on the Snake couldn't heal it quickly with that hindrance.

The ice-shards had yet to heal the Snake completely. Blood still flowed from two serious injuries, and the corrosive smoke didn't hesitate to fill those spots.

Cuts had never stopped appearing in the injury at the center of the creature's mouth. Noah's technique wasn't easy to counter, and a magical beast didn't have access to abilities that could suppress it.

The wound on its neck remained the deepest one. Part of the tissues that kept its body and head attached had regrown, but the injury still went beyond the Snake's spine.