When the red eyeball popped out of the candied stick, Li Luo knew that he had guessed right.

The bewitching Other's true body was not at all the old hag, but the sugar hawthorns that the body was holding.

Weng!

Li Luo chopped down viciously on the sinister, red eyeball.

This time, there was venom on the old hag's face, mixed with a tinge of worry in the lines of blood that traced the eyeball. They flew up off the pulpy surface, forming a bloody hand that clawed at the incoming sword.

Pssh!

The two clashed, but the palm was persistently resilient. Black, snake-like wisps of power emerged from the point of contact as it resisted the sword attack.

He had actually failed to sever it with one strike!

Evidently, the bewitching Other had sensed the danger and was no longer allowing Li Luo to act with imp...