Although Wang Yunxiao had been tracking the whereabouts of the Ma family, he couldn't say he knew much about them; the most he knew was that they were from the Demon Clan outside the Great Wall, near the Black Waters of Baishan, as told by Principal Zhou.
What did that Demon Clan look like?
This question was also difficult to answer.
As everyone knows, anything that does not look human can be classified as part of the Demon Clan.
That agile tongue shot out like an arrow, aiming straight for Wang Yunxiao's face.
If Wang Yunxiao had still been absorbed in the dreamland ignited by the matchstick and couldn't pull himself away, he might indeed have fallen victim to the sneak attack.
But it had ultimately underestimated Wang Yunxiao's willpower.
Wang Yunxiao swung his sword in a backhand stroke, cutting the tongue in two on the spot.
A shrill scream came from the opposite direction.