The Divine Feather Great Sword in Yum Kun's hand was wildly slashing at Shi Feng.
Blood-soaked gashes kept appearing on Shi Feng's body, yet he still blocked this "birdman" with his flesh.
Yum Kun's powerful and fierce Divine Power struck down as if cutting through bamboo, yet was still stopped by that indestructible and unyielding body.
It was simply a tough flesh shield.
This battle, though always initiated by Yum Kun, made him feel utterly repressed, fighting more and more furiously. By now, a hundred of the Divine Feather Army were all dead.
The cries of agony had stopped, and Shi Feng, attacked fiercely by Yum Kun, was frantically devouring the Power of Death, souls, and blood.
The alien races below saw the shriveled and eerie corpses of the Divine Feather Five-Eyed Clan falling to the ground.
"I want you dead!" Yum Kun roared at Shi Feng. Watching the Divine Feather Army die with open eyes while being powerless was an unbearable feeling.
