Needless to say, this was another kick against a steel plate. The Plague Demon, tortured by thoughts of the pain inflicted, realized it had once again underestimated its opponent, taking a tiger for a foolish pig to chew on, and not getting bitten in return would be the real surprise! It couldn't even be bothered to make a last-ditch effort and turned to flee. Now the wisp of green smoke was less than the size of a palm, and its color was so faint it seemed as if a single gust of wind would make it dissipate into nothingness... Even though it was a spirit monster that had lived since the Middle Ages until now, being abused by several dozen people in turn had left it as fragile as a candle in the wind, about to crumble, to the point where Ning Xiaoxian felt that just one more breath from her could snuff out its life.
