Ye Chenfeng landed on the ground.
He raised the Coffin of Death again, and Jin Hongsheng's body had already turned into a pile of minced flesh.
From beginning to end, he had never bothered with the injuries he'd taken before; at this moment he was still covered in blood.
With a pitch-black coffin on his back, his whole body drenched in blood, his eyes were filled with a crazed thirst for slaughter.
Ye Chenfeng looked like a soul-reaping Emissary straight out of Hell.
Of course, this Coffin of Death was a "kill a thousand enemies, lose eight hundred of your own" kind of thing; Ye Chenfeng's body was likewise suffering the invasion of deathly qi.
But his condition was much better; the deathly qi that had invaded his body, although extremely slow at devouring his life force, was affecting his mind even more, infinitely amplifying the bloodlust in his heart.
