Cai Wei swiftly climbed up, feeling her swelling face that bore the impact, looking at the rapidly burning hay. A shiver of fright ran down her spine as she felt grateful to the protective Taoist robe of Cihai Zhenren that saved her from the burn. Else, she couldn't imagine what her face would look like now!
The dislocated head being spherical rolled quite a bit before coming to a halt. As soon as it halted, it launched itself towards Cai Wei.
This time, Cai Wei was prepared and as it came flying, she brandished her blade mightily to strike at it.
"Crack--"
The blade was precisely hacked onto the head of Tianjizi, making a dull sound like hacking onto an iron pig. The blade's edge against the skull sparks a few conspicuous fire sparkles. In a blink of an eye, the sharp edge of the blade embeds itself into the skull and cannot be pulled out.