Poisonous fog was Jörmungandr's trump card. The creature that inhaled the poisonous fog would look no different from usual on the surface, but the internal damage would become very serious. Under the erosion of the poison, they would constantly lose their strength until they died. And the stronger the creature, the shorter the duration of this process.
This was a poison that could turn a god into a mortal!
In the battle between Thor and Jörmungandr, he inhaled too much poisonous fog. After killing Jörmungandr, he lost his life. On the other hand, the sperm whale on the second floor of the platform was dragged from the deep sea to the land by Jörmungandr. It was still conscious, but it couldn't resist. It could only watch helplessly as it became the snake's dinner.
In Jörmungandr's opinion, Zhang Heng's fate after inhaling the poisonous fog should be similar to that of the sperm whale. He should soon be able to clearly feel the power draining from his body, and he would feel weaker and weaker, just like … it was now.
Jörmungandr didn't take this matter too seriously at first because its poisonous fog was usually stored in the poison sac in its abdomen, and it would be released once a month. This time, it had just used it when hunting the sperm whale. It wasn't because the sperm whale was difficult to deal with, but it needed to use the poisonous fog to soften the whale's body enough for the snakes to eat. At the same time, the deadly toxins it injected into the sperm whale's body were also an excellent tonic for the snakes, just like catnip was attractive to cats.
Jörmungandr had used up this month's poisonous mist on the sperm whale. That was why it had been using its body to deal with Zhang Heng. Now that it realized that the battle seemed to be developing in a disadvantageous direction, it had no choice but to spit out the poisonous mist again. This time, the poisonous mist that it secreted consumed a lot of its energy. After spitting out the mist, it immediately felt like its body was hollowed out.
Fortunately, Jörmungandr was mentally prepared for this. After all, it had plenty of time to recuperate after killing its opponent. What Jörmungandr didn't expect was that this time, the feeling of exhaustion was so strong that its senses seemed to become dull immediately after that.
It wanted to return to the sea immediately to rest, but the battle was not over yet. Although the human on the opposite side should have inhaled its poisonous fog and couldn't cause any trouble, it still felt that it should confirm the other party's state before leaving. And for this abominable human who dared to provoke it and leave a shameful mark on its body, Jörmungandr was determined to swallow him whole.
It wanted to immediately return to the sea to rest, but the battle was not over yet. Although the human on the other side should have inhaled its poisonous fog and could not cause any more trouble, it still felt that it should confirm its opponent's condition before leaving. Moreover, Jörmungandr was determined to swallow this abominable human who dared to provoke it and leave a mark of shame on its body.
It would try to bite as slowly as possible, because only then would it give the other party more time to savor the impending death. While thinking this, Jörmungandr extended the snake's head forward again, searching for traces of the target in the poisonous fog.
Although the poisonous fog in front of it also affected its vision, snakes were not known for their eyesight. Its cheek sockets allowed it to sense the changes in heat nearby, allowing it to lock on to its target. Therefore, Jörmungandr quickly located Zhang Heng. However, it did not expect its target to be so close to it. It was less than ten meters away from him.
And while it was in a daze, the distance between the two was further shortened.
Was the target taking the initiative to approach it? Was this the last struggle before death?
Before Jörmungandr had time to figure out the situation, it heard a crisp sound similar to metal colliding. However, its slow mind couldn't immediately determine where the sound came from. It wasn't until it felt a pain on its left cheek that Jörmungandr suddenly realized that a scale on its face had been cut off, and a guy wearing a strange mask had stabbed a knife into the skin under its scales.
Zhang Heng didn't hold back this time, and the blade completely pierced into Jörmungandr's flesh. Only the handle was left outside, and Zhang Heng even stirred it a little before he pulled the knife out.
Even with Jörmungandr's body, the stab wasn't light. It raised its head violently and rolled on the ground in pain. However, pain was pain. Although the knife hurt Jörmungandr, it only scratched the muscles under its skin at best.
With the black python's physique, such a small injury shouldn't cause it any trouble. At least, that was what it thought when it was stabbed. At the same time, the anger of revenge quickly occupied its brain. Even the fatigue and sluggishness from before had faded a lot. Jörmungandr began to launch a more violent attack on Zhang Heng. Even the surrounding sea creatures seemed to feel the danger and fled deeper into the sea.
After that, Zhang Heng decisively switched to defense and began to deal with the giant python in front of him.
After a while, Jörmungandr finally began to gradually realize that something was wrong. After the anger of revenge subsided, the feeling of fatigue and sluggishness returned. It now felt an inexplicable sense of powerlessness all over its body. On top of that, the wound on its cheek did not show any signs of healing. Not only did the bleeding not stop, but the pain also became more and more intense.
Jörmungandr found this a little difficult to understand. Although Zhang Heng almost stabbed the entire knife into its cheek, the wound on its left cheek was still negligible compared to its size. At best, it was equivalent to an ordinary person's finger being cut.
However, it was such a small wound that tortured the deep-sea giant beast to death. It could no longer ignore the pain on its cheek, especially when it looked at the wound. It found that the skin there had begun to fester, and the abscesses were spreading everywhere.
And this was the masterpiece of the Shrouded Scabbard.
After Zhang Heng got the knife, he also got the bartender's appraisal results. The sturdiness of the knife and the non-healing attribute of the wound were eye-catching. However, what attracted Zhang Heng's attention the most was the last attribute — the bonus effect on mythical creatures.
With Zhang Heng's current skills, it was basically impossible for ordinary people to threaten him. However, ever since he met the old man in the Tang suit, Zhang Heng realized that there were so many mythical creatures living in this world, especially those that ordinary weapons had no effect on. The Shrouded Scabbard helped him make up for this last shortcoming.
The battle with Jörmungandr was also the first time Zhang Heng used the third attribute of the Shrouded Scabbard.
This knife was not just as simple as being sturdy and having a bleeding effect. It was also a true god-slaying weapon!
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