Zu An put away the Tai’e Sword. “Big Manman, this victory was only possible because of you.”

“My black flames wouldn’t have reached it if you didn’t draw its attention.” Pei Mianman frowned as she looked at the corpse with some uncertainty. “What’s up with this monster, though? Why can’t my black flames injure it?”

Her black flames were strong enough to reduce even steel to ashes. Why were they utterly ineffective against the monster, which was made of flesh and blood?

“This taotie does seem a little strange. My Poisonous Prick was also ineffective against it.” Zu An didn’t understand why this dagger, which always guaranteed a kill, hadn’t worked.

“Taotie? You know what this thing is?” Pei Mianman asked with curiosity.

“Yeah. I’ve seen some written recordings of it…” Zu An told her about the things he remembered.

Pei Mianman was utterly astonished. “Why have I never heard of it before? Where did you read all this from?”

Zu An laughed and said,...