"Igniting Blood Sword Skill, the second sword, slay!"
With the swing of his sword, Wen Zhixing did not pause as the bloody sword light slashed again.
SPLASH!
The shopkeeper-turned Corpse Bone Demon failed to react in time and was similarly cleaved away by the sword.
This strike finally managed to breach its black scales. Fetid blood splattered.
Wen Zhixing was far stronger than Zhang Tiancheng, and the Corpse Bone Demon's previously unassailable body was at last wounded by him.
However, he did not press his advantage. Instead, he flashed to Zhang Tiancheng's side and bent down to examine his condition.
"Hey, you're not going to die, right?"
After all, Zhang Tiancheng was one of his few friends. He couldn't just ignore him.
"I'm fine," Zhang Tiancheng replied woodenly.
It wasn't that he was being aloof; at the moment, only his mouth and eyes could move.
Wen Zhixing's Divine Consciousness Power swept over him, and he let out a sigh of relief.
