Yang Jian's expression stiffened as he struggled to turn his head, only to see Chiyou, whose body had been split in two, enveloped by Demonic Qi. Black demonic patterns on his body were now emitting a golden shine, and layers of flesh and blood between the two halves of his body were connecting like a spider web, rapidly wriggling and rejoining.
Before long, Chiyou had already returned to his original state.
Yang Jian had already fallen into despair. The gap between them and this ancient undying war deity was simply too vast, impossible to surmount.
Chiyou harbored little fluctuation in his heart, having seen too many powerful enemies during his years of conquest. Those who had been defeated by him and those who had defeated him now belonged to the past.
"You too shall ultimately become dust beneath history's wheels..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted his battle axe and struck down towards Yang Jian and Shen Luo.
