The Nameless Sword Formula, which he had obtained from Xu Ruolan, was remarkably wondrous. It required neither mana to activate nor divine sense to control; as long as he remained conscious, he could wield it.
The only regrettable thing was that this strand of sword qi became increasingly difficult to nurture as it grew stronger. Even after nurturing it for so long, its offensive power had only reached the level of an Upper-Grade Magical Tool.
That was why he had not dared release it from a distance, fearing it would fail to kill the Golden Crow.
Reality proved much as he had expected. The Golden Crow's defenses were extremely strong. Even at such close range, the sword qi only cut a third of the way through its neck. Blood gushed out, but it did not die on the spot. Instead, it grew even more frenzied and furious, spewing jets of flame one after another.
The scorching flames burned Chen Lin's arms and face black, leaving not a single hair on his head.
His robe was made of fire-resistant material, so it did not burn away, but the intense heat still sent waves of stinging pain through the skin beneath it.
Yet he ignored everything. With a roar, he mustered every ounce of strength to pull the Golden Crow closer, then seized its head with his other hand and gave it a vicious twist.
Bang!
With an explosive report, the crow's body burst apart, transforming into a golden human face.
The face seemed to struggle to escape, but the mark on his wrist drew it in little by little, though rather slowly.
Chen Lin was burned beyond recognition and had begun to feel dizzy. He bit down hard on the tip of his tongue to clear his head, then heard Dantai