The Human-Faced Centipede acknowledged that the man before it was strong, yet compared to its own terrifying power, he was nothing more than mediocre. It resolved to kill him, escape this place, recuperate for a few decades, and then return to utterly destroy this region.
It was truly deranged. Like a rabid dog, it bared its fangs, vomiting forth blood-stained swords from its maw. In an instant, the heavens were filled with them, waves of blades surging like molten magma. The terrifying energy evaporated the surrounding seawater, and blinding light flickered across the expanse—yet it was entirely useless. No sooner had the light appeared than it was suppressed by Shen Han.
A door materialized out of thin air behind the Human-Faced Centipede—a minor technique Shen Han had employed. Countless iron chains shot forth from the portal, locking the creature tightly against the sky in a heartbeat. The Centipede’s recent display vanished as quickly as a flash of brilliant fireworks, fading into total darkness.
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