Everyone was evil fiends, so why was your whole body bathed in Holy Light? With a red feather blade in hand and endless white feathers connected behind him, Yang An turned into an afterimage and charged toward the swarm of Collapsing Birds.
His flesh had been tempered by the Crimson Wheel Infinite Body. Even without Mana or physical strength, his sheer bodily toughness was far beyond anything an ordinary person could compare to.
Judging by the combat power Yang An could currently exert, he could likely fight even a Viscera Stone Realm cultivator who had already developed immortality—and perhaps even kill one.
Though there were many Collapsing Birds, Yang An felt no fear at all and swiftly rushed into the flock.
The white feathers filling the sky turned into streaks of white shadow, stirring the surrounding air around Yang An.
Any Collapsing Bird touched by a white feather was sliced into several pieces upon contact, falling one after another. For a time, the air was thick with the stench of blood and rain.
Yang An gripped the red feather blade, and whenever any Collapsing Birds drew close, he slashed repeatedly at lightning speed.
The moment a Collapsing Bird was struck by the red feather blade, blood poison entered its body. It began to decay in an instant, soon rotting into a heap of spoiled flesh before finally turning into a puddle of yellow water.
These Collapsing Birds, which terrified cultivators the moment they entered the Collapsing Armor Land, were not even appetizers to Yang An now. He cut them down as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.
In less than the time it took to burn an incense stick, Yang An had slaughtered a great number of them.
The remaining Collapsing Birds merged together to form a giant Collapsing Bird,