Leveraging the recoil, she leapt over ten meters in a flash. Clenching her fists, the pitch-black patterns once again appeared, covering her entire body. She paid no heed to the man's fully armed approach. The smashed head reformed once more, the scattered flesh slowly crawling back onto her body, writhing and reassembling.
It was enough to fill one's heart with fear and trepidation.
"Little one, I'm in a good mood today, not planning to drain your blood dry. Your flesh and sinew should taste decent, what a pity."
A demonic smile spread across her chubby little face.
"The taste of bugs is too strong, and I have hated bugs my whole life."
It was at this moment he noticed her eyes were a deep blood-red. This kind of cultivation path could be guessed as that of an Evil Cultivator even by the toes, yet Cen Zhuangzhuang remained silent, carefully maintaining his distance as he circled her.
He was both looking for a weakness and keeping his body nimble.
