Swoosh——
A gaping wound appeared, deep enough to see the bone.
Having landed a hit, Yang Yan was ready to press on with a second strike.
According to Yang Yan's expectations, the Sand King should have been cleaved in two; at the very least, he expected to inflict severe damage.
Thus, he was actually unsatisfied with this outcome.
This realization made him aware that the opponent in front of him was far more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.
Although Yang Yan's speed was incredibly fast, each slash following the last, he still failed to land a second blow.
The Sand King barely dodged, using unimaginable speed within his own domain.
"Ah!"
The enraged and startled Sand King backed far away, glaring at Yang Yan with a fierce gaze, clutching his wound in agony.
Yang Yan patted Star Night in his left palm, his expression full of disdain:
"Is this the strength of your Demon Race at the Emperor level? It doesn't seem that impressive!"
"You brat, pushing me too far!"
