Vast Jiao swooped down with the wind, opening its gaping maw of blood, and no one knew where the little monk found the strength to leap up. Clasping the Zen Stick in one hand, he struck straight at the heart of the beast. Yet, Vast Jiao was by no means so simple to deal with. Its two antennae moved as if sentient, ceaselessly dancing and battling with this nuisance of a little person who kept leaping into the air—truly irritating indeed!
Ye Tian felt a heavy sensation in his chest. Having forcibly endured for so long, the smell of blood had finally surged into his mouth. Although he stifled the urge to vomit, the injury was ultimately his own to bear.
Seeing that the little monk was not at a disadvantage for the moment, Ye Tian momentarily set his worries aside. It seemed this person had some mettle, and right now, he needed to seize the Ice Worm quickly.
