The Black Qilin had not expected Yan Chihuo to return after leaving. Ji Song's soul was now too weak, so using the Primordial Spirit Soul-Hosting Art required far more time than usual. In other words, this Black Qilin's strength would be greatly diminished for quite some time.
The Black Qilin naturally knew that Yan Chihuo had seized upon this opportunity, but it was not overly fearful. Both Ji Song and it had long seen that Yan Chihuo was severely wounded. Even if they took the chance to counterattack, there was no need for excessive concern. This was also one reason Ji Song had dared to risk using the Primordial Spirit Soul-Hosting Art.
The Black Qilin pressed one forepaw through the air, and a golden beast claw roughly three meters across immediately appeared in the sky. The moment that golden claw manifested, countless streaks of golden light appeared in the air, gathering into hundreds upon thousands of sharp blades!
That golden beast claw had absorbed all the metal-attributed spiritual energy within dozens of li, then combined it with its own spiritual power to unleash the metal-attributed spirit-communing divine ability, Blade Tree Sword Mountain! It was only because Ji Song was carrying out the Primordial Spirit Soul-Hosting Art that its power was greatly reduced.
Even so, the Black Qilin believed that Yan Chihuo, in his current state, would never dare to meet it head-on. Yet Yan Chihuo neither dodged nor evaded. His body turned into a streak of light and plunged straight into the blades.
The Black Qilin froze, secretly thinking, Could this man truly be so powerful? Before the thought could finish turning over in its mind, Yan Chihuo's body was shredded by the blades, instantly turning into a rain of blood!
The Black Qilin was even more baffled. Even if