Clang! Clang!
The sound of clashing metal suddenly erupted.
Zhou Yuan swung the Eastern Town Rod, smashing two demonic swords with brute force.
The cultist barely saw a flash before feeling intense pain in his hands, reduced to a pulp of flesh and bone, spraying blood in every direction.
"Your body is remarkable, already superhuman and strengthened by devouring life with the power granted by the void spirit... But alas, your combat skills are abysmal."
Zhou Yuan understood his opponent's abilities, whipping the rod to unleash a whistling wind, smashing into the cultist with visible shockwaves.
The cultist flew backward, rolling rapidly before stabilizing himself, his waist blasted open with a bloody hole. Instead of organs, thick, viscous blood oozed out, shredded by hidden forces.
Even so, he did not die; the sinister energy sustained his life.
"Ugh!"
