Like a Moth to a Flame

Moreover, Alex could clearly see that the tendril was voraciously consuming his vitality and also absorbing his blood.

"Damn you!" Alex roared in anger, then drew his sword and slashed at the Mothman.

However, the Mothman seemed to have no intention of defending itself; it simply spread its wings to withstand the blow.

Clang...

The sound of metal clashing rang out as Alex's laser sword was knocked away, and a massive force of recoil followed.

"Are this guy's bones as tough as steel?" Alex cursed inwardly, but he knew that if he didn't deal with the Mothman soon, it wouldn't be long before he turned into a corpse.

After all, the Mothman's tendrils were too numerous and moved too quickly. He could only fight while retreating, looking for a way to escape the danger.

Swoosh...

A green tendril suddenly lashed out at Alex's face. He couldn't dodge in time, and three bloody marks appeared instantly on his face.