The Purple Thunder Spirit Sword became a streak of azure light.
It slammed head-on into the gigantic bloody claw.
The two forces collided explosively above the jade steps.
The shockwave ripped up the floor tiles.
Su Chen's wrist trembled slightly as his Golden Core spun rapidly, Pure Yang Sword Intent continuously carving through flesh along the blade.
Mo Feng sneered repeatedly, the severed finger bones regrowing in the blink of an eye.
"Useless! The divine power bestowed by the cult leader is endless! With such paltry cultivation, you think you can defy heaven?"
The bloody claw abruptly clenched, locking the sword blade in a death grip.
A rebounding force traveled down the blade.
Su Chen grunted, his feet sliding half a step backward.
Wan Cangshan sat atop a broken pillar, completely at ease.
"This brat's Sword Intent is Pure Yang, making it the natural bane of Blood Fiend. Unfortunately, his cultivation is too shallow. He cannot outlast the Blood Fiend Demonic Body. If this continues, exhaustion and death will be his only fate. Mo Feng, have some fun with him. Don't rush to kill him. I want to study the methods of cultivation techniques carefully."
Mo Feng gave a savage grin.
"This subordinate obeys! I'll make this brat beg for life and pray for death!"
Purple lightning erupted again, forcibly blasting the bloody claw away.
Su Chen leaped backward, widening the distance.
His breathing was slightly ragged.
This reconstructed flesh puppet was even more troublesome than before it self-destructed.
The lingering blood aura around them was continuously flowing into the puppet's body.
As long as the resentment left behind by the formation remained, this monster was immortal.
Below the jade steps.
Ning Fengzhi wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth.
He stared intently at the battle.
"This