This Dragon-form Ghoul had no idea how many humans and serpentine ghouls it had consumed; the stench of blood radiating from it was so thick that even the scorching airflow and the smell of gunpowder could not mask it.
Its massive black membranous wings spread out like the arms of a giant, blocking the entire Shinto. A violent blast of air swept across a radius of several dozen meters, stirring up gravel and fragments of collapsed cherrywood statues, filling the entire corridor with flying sand and stones in an instant.
Chu Zihang stepped on the scales atop the Dragon-form Ghoul's head. When the storm kicked up by the giant wings struck, he bore the brunt of it, his body uncontrollably swept away by the turbulent currents. Yet, before being blown away, Chu Zihang did not forget to fiercely twist the Juzukiri and Dojigiri, which were embedded deep within one of the Dragon-form Ghoul's eyes, and then yank the twin blades out with a firm, tight grip.
Chapter 340