Song Changming stood on the corpse of the Black Eagle Demon, drawing his long saber, leaving only a large blade wound that pierced through the demon's body.
With this strike, the demon slaying was complete!
"The power unleashed by the two Small Witch Power Seals is indeed substantial, but the consumption of qi and physical energy is also considerable..." Song Changming panted heavily, muttering to himself.
He seldom depletes himself with a single strike like this.
The feeling of approaching his limits made him realize that even with his seemingly powerful physical body, he could only simultaneously wield two Small Witch Power Seals; this was his limit.
If he were to activate more Witch Seals for enhanced power, it's likely not only his bones would shatter, but even his organs might not withstand the decay brought about by such extreme consumption.
Song Changming quietly summarized and noticed, not far from the black shadow's corpse, a pile of indistinct flesh.
