"Puff!"
The knuckle was split in two, charred at the break where lightning flashed, instantly scorching the overflowing demonic qi, causing the originally twisted finger to tremble violently, its eerie aura rapidly declining.
The demon creature lunging from the side suddenly stiffened, its body twisting and shrinking as if its bones were extracted, then swollen wildly under the backlash of demonic qi, unable to even maintain its form.
How could Qin Tian give it a chance to breathe?
With a light tap of his toe, his figure hovered above the stone platform, the Black Frost Blade spun like a dance, the shadow of the blade dense enough to merge into one.
"Swish swish swish!"
The crisp sound of cutting was incessant, he dismembered the knuckle like a skilled butcher, slicing it into thin pieces in the blink of an eye, each piece repeatedly electrified by the Power of Thunder, severing any possibility of revival.
