The foul stench from the viscous blood seeped into Jiang Yiming's body from almost every orifice. Not only did the foul stench interfere with his brain, but even the circulation of his spiritual energy seemed to have been somewhat blocked!
What on Earth was this thing? !
Jiang Yiming didn't have time to think too much. The huge blade in his hand drew a perfect arc in the air. This time, his target wasn't just the other party's hand, it was the other party's head!
When he had chopped off half of the other party's hand just now, it didn't feel like anything difficult. Rather, the feeling was no different from cutting a piece of tofu.
Then, it shouldn't be too difficult for him to directly chop off his opponent's head!
The result was as Jiang Yiming had imagined. The huge blade in his hand was able to cut through iron like mud!
Wherever this blade sliced through, it was going to send whatever was alive to the dead!