"Cough!"
Even though Su Zhou had rolled to pull back his Long Spear and did his best to evade the giant centipede's counterattack, the force from the nearly ten-meter-long, three-ton behemoth was still enough to slam him into the ceiling, almost making him spit up blood. There's a saying in martial arts about striking someone so hard they're "hung on the wall like a painting." Su Zhou hadn't been hit by a fist, but a flick of the insect's head had turned him into a wall decoration all the same.
A sweet taste rose in his throat. He forced the blood back down, but his internal organs were clearly injured. Even more terrifying, the giant centipede had gone berserk. It lunged, charging at him with furious intent!
THUD!
