章 1691: Battling Feather

Fear gripped Han Sen's throat, but he found himself falling back before Old Cat even made the suggestion. He summoned his Death Armor Swordsman beast soul and transformed into the Death Armor Swordsman.

Han Sen had no choice but to use the beast soul as his fitness was low. And since he was wearing the glove, he could not summon the white armor. He could only summon beast souls.

The angel-looking creature blurred toward him, while Han Sen was also fast, he wasn't fast enough to dodge.

Han Sen gritted his teeth and used his hand to protect his chest for a block.

Pang!

Han Sen felt as if he had been hit by a train. His body was sent flying, and he went barreling into one of the walls of the laboratory. He broke through the wall and continued flying back.

After bursting through a few walls, Han Sen came to a stop. He fell to the ground and spat out some blood.