Twenty minutes before midnight,
Similar to how Qin Feng convinced the demonic tribes to fight together, the righteous tribes also aligned themselves together, letting the Qinglong tribe go after the treasure while others would defend them.
The stalemate that was maintained for almost ten minutes was broken suddenly.
A crimson streak burst from the demonic ranks — Qin Feng. Blood Qi swirled violently around him, coiling into an aura that painted the air red. In his right hand appeared the Blood Demon Sword, its edge pulsating like a beating heart.
A fire-breathing python, scales molten with spirit flame, lunged forward — its roar shaking the air.
Qin Feng's gaze sharpened. He swung.
The sword tore through the night, unleashing a crescent arc of blood Qi that sliced the python's fire in half before cleaving its massive head cleanly from its body. The severed head fell with a thunderous crash, rolling in a trail of crimson smoke.
"Follow Lord Qin Feng!!"
