But would Chen Cong let him leave so easily? Absolutely not!
Chen Cong stood where he was, his eyes tightly closed, as though conversing with the air around him.
He could clearly sense the lingering aura of the Netherworld Dark Night Demon Dragon in the air-a dark, icy aura brimming with wildness.
His brow relaxed, and he chanted softly, "Sixth Soul Skill-Sword Rend Heaven and Earth!"
As his voice fell, the Seven Kill Sword in his hand erupted with dazzling sword radiance, like a meteor streaking across the night sky.
Under Chen Cong's control, the Seven Kill Sword swept out at tremendous speed, tracing a circular Space Blade.
The Space Blade resembled an invisible wall, slicing through space along the entrance to the Shadow World that the Netherworld Dark Night Demon Dragon had opened.
The entrance, which had almost closed, seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force at that moment, exposing a pitch-black fissure.
The Space Blade caught up with the half-crippled Netherworld Dark Night Demon Dragon at an astonishing speed, instantly enveloping it.
Mercilessly torn by the power of space, the Netherworld Dark Night Demon Dragon let out an agonized shriek, suffering unimaginable damage.
Beneath the Space Blade's cutting edge, its body was ripped apart in an instant, blood spraying everywhere.
Yet Chen Cong did not stop. He swung the Seven Kill Sword again and intoned, "Moon Breathing, Sixth Form: Long Night Lonely Moon: Unending!"
Although he was not yet proficient in using the moon breathing method with seamless mastery, that hardly mattered under the present circumstances.
This time, his sword strikes were sharper and swifter.
He concentrated a rapid series of crisscrossing slashes on the same spot, each stroke like a shaft of moonlight cleaving through the darkness.
Throughout this chain of slashes, the Seven Kill