Ho Ming who was now at the side of Mo Chan, thrust his sword at Mo Chan's waist.
Thud.
The twirling wind couldn't get through the tough skin of Mo Chan.
Ho Ming didn't give up and thrust his sword at the same spot again.
He did this over and over again.
And finally, when Mo Chan became weaker as Lin Fan was close to severing Mo Chan's head off with his claws, the twirling wind drilled into the waist.
Splatter.
As the twirling wind wreaked havoc inside Mo Chan's waist, flesh and innards splattered out from the wound.
Mo Chan's arms flailed around and slumped to his side.
His head dropped and rolled onto the ground.
Lin Fan had severed Mo Chan's head off the body with his Celestial Primordial Claws.
A familiar sound then erupted in his mind.
[Ding! Congratulations on terminating malevolent intent.]
[Vengeance points + 1800.]
[Current Vengeance Points: 16800]
He kicked Mo Chan's body from the back and the body fell onto the ground.
