Old Wang, after defeating the thorn beast, wasted no time.
He immediately ran toward the nearest beast of the Qi Liberation Realm.
The old man didn't look tired, only angrier than usual. His hammer was now stained with blood, but it still couldn't hide the faint glow.
He didn't even look at Master Liu, who was still struggling with the Shadow Serpent. His target was clear.
The serpent seemed to be enjoying itself, vanishing and reappearing in the shadows of the night. Until Old Wang arrived with a leap.
This time, there was no trick. The old man's hammer seemed to strike the air near the wall. But the crash was so loud it seemed like iron had been hammered.
The Shadow Serpent screamed. A sharp sound of pain and despair. Its body was struck even as it tried to hide, sent flying. Smashing into a house, destroying the walls in its path.
And then, going limp on the ground. It was dead.
Liu froze for a second, gasping.
