The "Spirit" that Chu Yanhu had gathered completely dissipated at this moment!
In a frenzy, he raised both hands, wielding a large knife, and swung it wildly in front of him.
The blade light interwove, and the Dragon Form power swirled around, with countless small faces screaming and wailing in agony.
Three heads were instantly split in half, brain matter and blood spurted everywhere, turning the entire workshop into a crimson world!
"Ahhh! Damn it!"
There were clearly only three heads, but no matter how Chu Yanhu cut, they never seemed to end.
As if cutting off one would just cause another to appear, the heads floated surrounding him, multiplying as he slashed.
The blood piled ever thicker, flowing along the seams of the floor, forming a crimson formation pattern that defied understanding.
In this dark environment, the red light reflecting off the floor became increasingly piercing.
