"Slay!"
High in the sky, the phantom of the Flying Sword was nearly tangible, its blade shimmering with a cold, silver gleam.
With a low cry, the phantom of the Flying Sword rippled like a wave, flickering between the illusory and the real before streaking down like a falling star, gone in a flash.
CRACK!
The golden light, which seemed like a manifestation of divine scripture, finally gave way under the terrifying strain. With a piercing shatter, it visibly broke apart into fragments that scattered and vanished.
The black blade descended, and their lives hung by a thread.
However, the sword shadow streaking down like a meteor forced the True Demon to ignore Chu Mu and Xu Changqing, who were as good as caught.
"ROAR!"
The True Demon roared furiously.
RUMBLE...
Blood from the Blood Pool surged like a tidal wave into the True Demon's open mouth.
The earth quaked as rocks and dirt rained down.
In an instant, the True Demon's form twisted and warped dramatically.
