Wu Junhao and the girls beside him had their pupils contract. "Impossible."
Zhang Xisu, on the other hand, sighed in relief.
"Troublesome," Wang Ming frowned when he saw no damage on its body. This was the first time since arriving in this world that he had met something that remained unscathed by his attack.
Wang Ming frowned when he saw that the attacks he had launched had no effect on the beast. Not only him, but the others—especially Feng Mei—were also shocked to see the Black Behemoth unscathed, as she knew how strong Wang Ming was.
"Heavenly Sword Art—Second Form: World Slicing Strike," Wang Ming muttered. This time, he poured the maximum amount of spiritual energy into the attack, compared to the previous one where he had held back.
Shing
An even larger and thicker golden arc left his sword and headed toward the Black Behemoth.
