"Thud, thud, thud..."
Heavy footsteps resounded, bone fragments scattered across the ground, while death energy surged from the War Corpse King, who brandished its claws and lunged towards Chen Nan.
"Dead chicken, are you done yet?"
Startled, the Black Feathered Chicken took flight, screeching, "Not done yet, I've only gathered a part of the power, it's not enough to slay it."
"Can't worry about that now."
As the War Corpse King closed the distance to less than fifty meters, Chen Nan quickly grabbed the Heavenly Punishment Demon Sword in his hand.
He slit his finger, staining the blade with his fresh blood, thinking, "My blood is the nemesis of War Corpses. If the power of Vengeful Spirits alone can't slay it, perhaps adding my blood would suffice, right?"
"Kid, are you stupid? Why are you bleeding yourself?"
The Black Feathered Chicken asked, puzzled, but just then—
"Kill!"
Chen Nan roared and swung the Demon Sword downwards with all his might.
"Rumble..."