The Thunder Crossing Tai Peng was no longer able to release its mythical aura and tried to block with its sturdy wings.
But after these days of battling, Wu Hen had fully understood the texture of Golden Feather. The seemingly aggressive and domineering sword strike was actually delicate like a flowing stream along the weaker parts of the Golden Feather. The motion was seamless, the sword strike flowing like water, as if only a cold sharp edge had swept past!
"Swish!!"
The Golden Wings were cut off, the blade passing through the neck of the Thunder Crossing Tai Peng, deeply embedding itself into its flesh!
No blood spurted out anymore; instead, a large amount of high-temperature gas gushed from its body, seeping out like tongues of fire.
"Eeeee~~~~~"
The Thunder Crossing Tai Peng let out a mournful cry, ultimately succumbing to this relentless and cruel human, dying a tragic death under Wu Hen's sword.
