Fan Wu, having landed another successful strike, clearly had no intention of stopping there. Suspended midair in an almost savage manner, he wielded the Demon-slaying Sword in his hand like a storm of blades, unleashing dense, successive sword qi resembling a fierce storm of wind and rain. Blade after blade of dense sword qi, each stretching over ten meters in length, rapidly flew towards the Molten River Evil God above!
"AAAAAAAHHHH!!!" The Molten River Evil God had never felt such intense agony as it did today. It felt as if every single part of its body were enduring unbearable, unprecedented pain. The sword qi, akin to a tempest of wind and rain, continuously tore through its body, as if it were a criminal being executed by dismemberment.
