Although Zhang Ruochen's speed was slower, the power he unleashed was even more powerful.

After the two of them clashed with dozens of swords, Yin Yuanchen's supreme body could not withstand the god-level battle after all. He spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was as pale as paper, and he quickly retreated into the distance.

"Wow!"

Zhang Ruochen swung his sword and chopped off the head of the God of Judgment at his feet.

"Where to escape, leave it to me."

Zhang Ruochen held the bloody head in one hand, held a sword in the other, and pursued Yin Yuanchen with a diamond moon wheel suspended above his head.

There is no way, Zhang Ruochen must rely on the soul in the head of the God of Judgment to suppress Yin Yuanchen.

The God of Judgment has a strong vitality and is not dead. His eyes are glaring and he yells: "Shu Qianchi, you will not die easily. If you have the ability, don't use secret techniques. Let's fight fair and just."

"Noisy!"

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the head in his hand, took out a piece of Holy Source, and stuffed it into the mouth of the God of Judgment.

In the distance, the headless corpse of the God of Judgment climbed up from the ground, with a big mouth growing out of its abdomen, shouting: "I will never give in, fight. Today, we will die together!"

"Are you bothered or not?"
Chapter completed!