The longsword in Qin Ya's hand unleashed streaks of Sword Light, too sharp to be blocked. The Blood Slave shrieked as its body became covered in sword marks. Amid the churning blood mist, the dense wounds began to heal, but Qin Ya noticed that its recovery speed was slower than before.
'So it's not unkillable after all.'
Qin Ya smiled coldly. He gathered Thunder-Fire Energy on the edge of his sword and suddenly slashed out. The attack was as fast as lightning. Before the Blood Slave could even react, a long, deep gash appeared on its waist, nearly slicing it in two. As it howled in agony, the churning blood mist only fueled its ferocity. It scrambled forward on all fours, pouncing with its sharp claws.
