Blood Fiend flowed, and as the air filled with the dying energy of a person, the Fiend Sword in An Jing's hand became much more refined.
Although the enhancement was temporary, it was indeed a Divine Skill where the more one killed, the more one could appreciate its intricacies. The surging Evil Qi allowed An Jing to delve deeper into the essence of his Divine Skill.
"Good!"
Seeing this scene, the Sword Spirit's tone became eager, praising, "Such a clean method of demon-slaying is truly worthy of the 'Sword Bearer' I have been waiting for so many years."
"An Jing, your martial skills talent exceeds my imagination."
"Thank you for the praise." An Jing took a deep breath, the blood light in his eyes grew more intense, and he said calmly, "But this is no time for joy. After some time, if Han Jiaoxi and the others don't return, there will certainly be more people coming."
"We must hasten our steps."
Saying so, An Jing stepped forward, heading towards the dungeon.
