A blood-soaked hand pierced through Deacon Qian's chest, dripping drop by drop to the ground.
Deacon Qian's eyes widened, filled with shock and disbelief. A dignified Eighth-Layer Golden Core Cultivator was actually injured?
He could even feel the rampant mana of various attributes on Chen Nan's arm wreaking havoc inside his body, disrupting the circulation of his Golden Core.
Immediately after, the Corpse Puppet charged again, its broad palm clenched into a fist, slamming hard on Deacon Qian's chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood, even breaking a few ribs.
His internal blood and energy surged, compounding his injuries. The intense pain contorted his expression into that of an evil ghost.
"No wonder you're known as the 'Netherworld Evil Ghost,' you really do resemble one." Chen Nan mocked, trying to withdraw.
He had given his all to finally injure Deacon Qian, but now, he needed the power of the Star Constellation Sword Formation.
