"Oh, really? Then I truly wish to see how many of my swords your Undying Body can withstand."
As the word "sword" had hardly left his lips, the Dragon Abyss Sword turned into a bolt of lightning and struck again.
"Boom!"
The shadowy Ghost God was cleaved in half by Li Chen once more.
But in just the blink of an eye, it reassembled itself again.
"Heh heh, heh heh. I cannot be killed, cannot be killed. I advise you to stop wasting your effort and just die obediently!"
Li Chen paid him no heed, each time the enemy's body reformed, he swung his sword to strike.
The third sword!
The fourth sword!
The fifth sword!
...
The nineteenth sword!
Just as Li Chen was about to deliver the twentieth sword, the rate at which the shadowy Ghost God reconstituted itself visibly slowed down. The previously dense fog, thick enough to suffocate, also significantly weakened.
On the other hand, Li Chen appeared as if nothing was amiss.
