Clang!
The old crone's Bone Sword flashed across behind her back, blocking Chen Fan's strike once more. Amid an ear-splitting tremor, Chen Fan was sent flying dozens of meters away.
"Little beast, you dare fight back? You refuse to talk, is that it? Then wait until I capture you, sever your limbs, and burn your soul with cold fire." The old crone was enraged, her words vicious and sinister.
Immediately afterward, the main soul rushed over from afar and pounced directly at her. It was filled with hatred for the old crone, wishing it could swallow her whole in a single bite.
Boom!
The main soul's body of black mist was split apart by the old crone once again, but this time it recovered in an instant. With the Soul Devouring Banner in hand, along with more than ninety thousand wraith underlings, no matter how the old crone cleaved it apart, it could recover. Only the speed of its recovery depended on the severity of its injuries.
This time, it reformed the instant it was split apart. Clearly, the old crone's attack power had fallen considerably as well. The injuries within her body had worsened, her True Essence Power was rapidly dwindling, and she no longer possessed the overwhelming pressure she had before.
"Bone Sword..." Standing dozens of meters away, Chen Fan stared impassively at the Bone Sword in the old crone's hand. A glint flashed through his eyes, as though he were hesitating.
"Kid, it's time to make your move. If this drags on any longer, it'll be dangerous. If that old hag unleashes the Bone Spirit Underworld Fire Formation again, you won't have a second Black Silk Treasure Armor to save your life," Bald Bird's voice came at that moment.
Chen Fan turned around and discovered that Bald