From Mo Yuanhai's perspective, a pale red long sword was hurtling toward him, but he couldn't find the Spirit Refiner who controlled it.
Faced with a Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact, he instinctively reached out to grab it.
However, the instant he tried, the pale red long sword sliced off his arm. The next moment, it pierced through the weakest point of his body.
Mo Yuanhai couldn't believe a Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact could possess such power.
That hadn't been a casual grab, yet his hand had still been severed in an instant.
Mo Yuanhai was certain of one thing. Even if the pale red long sword was a Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact specifically designed to counter Demons like them, it should never have been this powerful.
Who was it!
In his final moments, on the brink of death.
A red light flared in Mo Yuanhai's eyes as he tried to find the Spirit Refiner controlling the pale red long sword.
Before his consciousness faded, all he saw was a hazy silhouette.
