After the Little Yao Demon was split in two, the face of Zhu Ganglie, dressed in white, changed, and his expression instantly became ferocious.
In his rage, he couldn't be bothered to maintain the illusion on the bonfire, and those dozen pigs instantly became the missing landlords.
The porters who were gnawing on meat started to vomit at this sight, with some even fainting directly.
Zhu Ganglie beckoned, and a manure fork with several spikes flew into his hand as he swung it aggressively toward the one-armed man.
The longsword and the manure fork clashed, and the shock wave flattened the surroundings. The piercing sound made the small birds in the forest fly away, instinctively knowing that only leaving this place far behind would ensure safety.
The one-armed man's swordsmanship was exceptionally high; although he only had one arm and was less powerful than Zhu Ganglie, he still had the upper hand.
