In the next moment, as the smoke cleared, an emaciated figure appeared in front of Su Tu.
Chi Ling was now three sizes smaller than before, and the double whip in his hand had shattered.
The terrifying cracks on his body had vanished, replaced by a giant, exaggerated sword floating at his side.
The sword was extremely red, as if made of blood and flesh.
Su Tu glanced at the diminished Chi Ling, then at the giant sword, and instantly understood.
The giant sword was forged from Chi Ling's blood and flesh.
"Su Tu, I underestimated you. You are really strong. At first, I thought I could defeat you with my own strength alone."
"But apparently, that's a bit beyond my reach, so... haha, I have to use Divine Favor."
"Though, it's not really cheating. The power of the Divine Favor is mine, isn't it?"
Chi Ling lifted the towering blood and flesh sword with one hand; his voice had become somewhat sharp.
