Invincible War God

"Caw!" The Black-Crowned Golden Eagle let out a piercing shriek.

Feng Qingmo's sword, backed by 5.4 times his strength, had left an even deeper wound than before. The muscles around it could no longer contract, and blood gushed out continuously.

The Black-Crowned Golden Eagle finally began to feel a hint of retreat. Though the human was in the air, he was no less agile than a bird of prey like itself. It had held the advantage throughout the battle, but having its body slashed open again and again was still agonizing.

What frightened it most was that the human seemed to be improving throughout their fight, even if the extent of that improvement...