The Eight-headed serpent looked at the wounds on its body, a flicker of a color that only humans could produce flashed in its eyes.
The wounds couldn't heal!
This was the first time the Eight-headed serpent had encountered such a situation. It stared at the sword in Ye Qiu's hand. The only thing that could prevent its wounds from healing must be that sword.
Ye Qiu also noticed this scene, causing a stir in his heart. If he continued to use the Bahuang Sword to slay the Eight-headed serpent, it would certainly leave more wounds.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Ye Qiu's face. Staring at the Eight-headed serpent was like staring at a dish on a plate.
"Why don't you heal your wounds? Or perhaps you cannot?" Ye Qiu said lightly, whether the Eight-headed serpent could understand or not, this taunt would not be spared.
Humiliated...
The Eight-headed serpent looked at the face of this Oriental man in front of it, and just from his expression, it knew Ye Qiu was mocking it.
