Thud!!
A heavy attack smashed the ground, forming a large pit, and the loud noise echoed within the enclosed mine.
Chen Lun turned around and frowned at the sight of a dozen burning werewolf Lost Souls.
'Even the Supernatural Flame can't burn them to death... These contaminated creatures seem a bit tricky, far more formidable than the ordinary moonless villagers.'
He flicked the Silver Staff, morphing it into its Serpent Sword form.
'Since that's the case, I'll just slash the souls directly!'
The next second.
Chen Lun flourished the sword, raising the Silver Sword aloft.
His gaze hardened.
'Ultimate Sword... Youlan!'
Buzz buzz!
The entire blade of the sword then began to glow with a brilliant purple light, dazzling to behold.
With a stomp, Chen Lun burst forward, his Serpent Sword sweeping across in a horizontal arc.
Whoosh—