Draw Goddess from Douluo

As time passed, the afterimages of the sword disappeared one by one, revealing the real Demon King's sword hidden behind it. This sword exuded an unparalleled aura and stabbed Liu Yang head-on between the eyebrows with lightning speed. The power and angle of this blow are undoubtedly the most intimidating among the dozens of afterimages!

However, Liu Yang did not appear panicked in the face of this fatal blow. He took a deep breath and suddenly stopped twisting his waist and abdomen. Immediately afterwards, he grasped the bloody sword tightly and rushed forward with an almost crazy speed and strength.

At this moment, the Blood Sword seemed to be given life. It trembled and hummed violently, like a dragon about to go out to sea. With Liu Yang's roar, the Blood Sword soared into the sky with an extremely domineering blood light, and went straight for the tip of the Demon King's sword.

Liu Yang took the opportunity to adjust his breathing, and the hand holding the bloody sword was trembling slightly. He knew that although he had blocked this fatal attack, the battle was far from over.

After successfully subduing Liu Yang, Wang Ergou walked back to the dilapidated stove with a hint of joking and pride. The stove had long been eroded by time and was in ruins, but it still stubbornly emitted a weak heat, as if it was holding on to the last bit of warmth in this desolate place.

Wang Ergou stretched out his hand, roughly grabbed Liu Yang's ankles, and hung him upside down in front of the stove. Liu Yang's body was teetering in the air, and his hair almost touched the beating flames. This posture was not only extremely uncomfortable, but also made Liu Yang feel unprecedented humiliation.

But Wang Ergou seemed to enjoy the feeling of controlling other people's lives and deaths. He looked at his "masterpiece" with satisfaction, and then sat down on the messy ground. This area is filled with all kinds of waste and broken ship parts. It is obviously the daily habitat of Wang Ergou.

"You despicable guy, if you can, just fight with me openly. What's the point of sneak attack?" Liu Yang gritted his teeth and roared angrily. His voice echoed in the empty venue, full of unyielding and resentment.

But Wang Ergou just let out a burst of wild laughter, "Hahaha, do you know that a soldier never tires of deceit? Little boy, you are too naive!" As he spoke, he was rummaging for something in the pile of debris. Finally, he found a bottle of wine covered with dust, deftly opened the lid, and poured it into his mouth eagerly.

The wine flowed down the corner of his mouth and intertwined with his beard, forming a rather decadent picture. Wang Ergou didn't seem to care about this. He just swallowed the wine greedily, as if he wanted to use alcohol to numb something deep in his heart.

At the same time, Liu Yang was still hanging upside down in mid-air. His head was severely congested, his entire face turned red, and the world in front of him began to become blurry. He kept struggling, trying to break the blood threads that bound him, but no matter how hard he tried, those blood threads seemed to be alive, tightly wrapping around his body, giving him no chance to escape.

"Don't waste your efforts," Wang Ergou said vaguely as he drank wine, "My Dragon Sand Thousand Spiders, with your current strength, you can't break free. You should wait obediently and wait for me to kill you when it gets dark." Crack your head!" His tone was full of ridicule and disdain, as if Liu Yang's life and death were just an insignificant game in his eyes.

After saying this, Wang Ergou fell to the ground and fell asleep again.

After struggling for a long time and to no avail, Liu Yang finally gave up the pointless resistance. He hung there quietly, letting his thoughts fly. He wondered why this bearded man chose to drink at this time when he had the opportunity to kill him immediately? He also said that he would smash his head when it was dark. What was the reason? Did he really have a special habit of killing people after dark?

Liu Yang's mind was full of doubts and puzzles, but he knew that now was not the time to delve into these things. He had to hurry up to recover his strength and find a chance to escape. After all, he didn't have much time left. As the sky darkened, the shadow of death was quietly approaching. He had to find a glimmer of hope in this battle between life and death.

So, Liu Yang began to try to adjust his breathing and gradually calm down. He closed his eyes, feeling the flow of soul power in his body, trying to find a possibility of a breakthrough in this desperate situation. The snoring of Wang Er's dog and the crackling of the stove continued to reach his ears, becoming his only companions during this long wait.