Accompanied by the piercing sound of something tearing through the air, a series of dark red tendrils, like lightning, pierced through the body of the Crawler.
The gaping mouth, dripping with black blood, let out an exhausted roar, trying to break free from the tendrils' binding. However, another tendril shot forward quickly, piercing straight through its forehead.
Black blood splattered.
The forehead, hard enough to stop a 7mm bullet, was punctured right through by what appeared to be a soft tendril.
Falling Feather watched, dumbfounded, as Xiaoyu was covered in black blood and as the Crawler was turned into something resembling a showerhead by tendrils, his gaze shifting from surprise and delight to fervor.
This method of fighting was somewhat bizarre.
But it didn't matter!
Awesome is awesome!
"Hahaha! My dear child, you've finally grown up!" Falling Feather, overjoyed, walked up and reached out to stroke Xiaoyu's head.
