The Tai Sha Sword voraciously devoured the radiant golden energy.
The blood-colored micro light emanated from the patterns on the sword, and Chen Yi could clearly sense the Tai Sha Sword's satisfaction, as if savoring a delicacy it had tasted long ago.
"Is it consuming... divinity?" the Old Saintess murmured involuntarily.
The Great Fate finally let out an inhuman roar, tearing off his left arm and throwing it forward. The severed arm transformed into a three-zhang-tall Blood Giant, which came charging with outstretched hands.
Chen Yi pressed forward instead of retreating, piercing the Tai Sha Sword into the palm of the Blood Giant and slashing downward. The sword blade, having absorbed the golden energy, sliced through the giant like a hot knife through wax, cleaving it into two sticky blood waterfalls.
