A shattered Longsword drew an arc across the sky and finally nailed itself into the stone slabs, the hilt still trembling, firelight reflected on the blade and on Shi Wu's upturned face.
Amid a heap of fallen Demon Race and human corpses, Shi Wu looked up at the sky: "Master…"
Up in the sky hung two pure black spheres—that was the sealed Number Ten and the Sword Saint.
The Demon King, who possessed the [Undying] Skills, naturally knew very well how to deal with these Mushroom Race that could revive over and over again.
Farther away, with a thunderous boom, a small mushroom cloud shot up into the sky—No. 9, who had been getting beaten non-stop, finally reached his limit and blew himself up, filled with grief and rage.
Covered in wounds yet still able to move, the Abyss Beast walked out of the explosion.
Looking at the Imperial Army relentlessly pushing forward in the near distance, Shi Wu could only grit his teeth and withdraw in the end.
