Lan Wu twisted her wrist, the icy blade slowly turning within his flesh. Chu Chen trembled in agony, screaming. “Yes, yes!” “Then where is he?” “I don’t know!” “How could you not know?” Lan Wu abruptly pulled her sword out and pressed it against his neck. “You and he have been colluding, committing so many atrocities. How could you not…
As soon as the words left his mouth, several dark figures swiftly flew toward the Chu residence. Lan Wu pushed Chu Jiangchi away with hatred and glanced at Ji Lingyue’s rapidly receding figure before stepping onto her flying sword and giving chase. The wind whistled past her ears, and she bit her lip in annoyance, clenching her fists. No, no,…
On the night the city fell, Yu Shanye was on patrol. But everything happened so fast. Suddenly, the city’s protective formation vanished, and hordes of demons poured out of the desert, scaling the high walls as if they were nothing. She could only fly back to the city as quickly as possible, trying to wake up as many people as…
Yuan Changning’s body crashed to the ground, transforming back into a massive golden lion. Lan Yueyao turned, her gaze sweeping over the massed demons behind her. “Interesting. Of the four Demon Lords, three are here.” Xibo, his face pale, and he stammered, “My Queen… aren’t you in Yandu?” “If I were in Yandu, how could I have seen you all…
The scorching flames of black fire spread rapidly, engulfing every inch of the tree trunk and illuminating the night sky as bright as day. Suddenly, a powerful figure burst from the burning vines and plummeted toward the ground. A streak of golden light followed closely behind, tearing through the sky with a piercing, whistling sword cry. Yuan Changning, seemingly caught…