Radiant Light Cleansing Turbid Dust

After the helmet's faceplate fell away, Yuwen Yuanqi's face beneath it was exposed.

Chen Chuan's gaze tightened at the sight. It was not a normal human face, but a dense mass of tangled flesh tendrils. Two bloodshot eyes nestled within them stared directly at him.

The strike that had cleaved into the head had severed many of the flesh tendrils, yet the broken tendrils struggled and writhed, seemingly trying to fuse back together. Some had already curled around the blade and successfully reconnected. At this moment, every tendril even flickered with traces of Spiritual Fire, continuously eroding against the spiritual radiance on the blade. This was likely the source of the resistance the blade had encountered earlier.

Several sharp snaps rang out as the restraining cables binding Yuwen Yuanqi broke one after another under the strain. Xu Mutang had little strength left to squeeze out and could only hold him back for this brief moment.

Chen Chuan, however, felt that it was enough. If he could not seize an opening like this, there would be no point in thinking of defeating this man afterward.

Watching the Snow Monarch Blade become wrapped in tendrils and gradually swallowed by them, he had no intention of withdrawing it. His eyes fixed intently upon it. In an instant, an incomparably dazzling ray of light burst from the blade and flashed violently within his opponent's head! Great Bright Light Style!

With a boom, it was as if dry wood had been set ablaze. Yuwen Yuanqi, who had barely reacted even when his head was split open, suddenly let out an intense, miserable howl.

It did not come from his mouth. Rather, it seemed that every tendril making up his body was screaming. The sound did not merely travel through the material world; it also manifested