The claw was more than ten meters long. The individual finger was thick like pillars and immensely sharp.

The weapon essence only managed to shake it a bit and leave a ten-inch mark on the claw, nothing significant.

Nonetheless, Feiyun took advantage of this and got some distance, disappearing from this broken street.

“Boom! Boom!” A pig demon with scales drilled out of the ground. There was a frightening claw attached to his back. A thin string of blood was dripping down from it.

He was a paragon of the Scaled Pig Tribe.

“Incredible power.” He felt palpable pain from the claw in his back, aware that he had underestimated the enemy. 

If he had gone all out, maybe he would have been able to kill both Feiyun and the saintess....