Just as he was speaking, Iron Tiger's words abruptly stopped.
At this moment, a sleek, black rat darted out from a nearby bush and quickly climbed onto Gu Yuan's shoulder.
At the same time, he felt a tingly sensation on his back, as if something was staring at him.
Iron Tiger suddenly turned his head to see a centipede over two feet long, with fangs as sharp as knives and an iron-blue carapace, coiled atop a nearby rock.
Threads of gray mist emanated from the centipede's body, quickly gathering and transforming into a gray arrow, shooting straight at him.
"Demon art?!"
Iron Tiger was greatly alarmed and instinctively swung his Ghost Head Saber, slashing downward!
This Ghost Head Saber, dark green and made from Hundred-Forged Refined Iron mixed with Refined Copper, was heavy and sharp. With his strength, he could cleave even an iron man in two with one swing.
The Ghost Head Saber struck the gray arrow precisely, shattering it with a clang.
