"Die!! Let's take each other down with us!"
A vicious glint flashed in the Ghost Demon's eyes as he slammed a backhanded claw strike into the abdomen of Shu Feng's Ancient Demon form.
CLANG!
Countless sparks flew. The Ghost Demon's full-power strike barely pierced the black Scale Armor on Shu Feng's abdomen, tearing open several wounds.
However, Shu Feng's Constitution was terrifyingly powerful, and his Recovery Power was frighteningly high. The shallow wounds had barely appeared before they began to rapidly heal, vanishing completely within a single breath.
The Ghost Demon struggled wildly, his face a mask of disbelief. "How is this possible? My claws are clearly coated with Cyan Ghost Poison! How can your wounds recover so quickly?"
