C392 Unable to Defend

Han Feng stood atop the Frenzied Sword, his feet soaked in blood.

Droplets of fresh blood fell upon the blade, mingling with the infernal screams from below. In that moment, Han Feng seemed like a god of the underworld, making his descent from the nether realms.

He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, a mad grin slowly spreading across his face