Zhu Jianhao's eyes dimmed, losing focus, and he collapsed backward onto the ground with a bang.
Under the night sky, deep within the plains, war cries shook the heavens, but on this battlefield outside of Huai'an Town, it briefly fell into silence.
Qin Ming stood like a mountain, still in the field, making all the demons unable to breathe.
With his waist severed, Tong Jiao's eyes were wide, he walked the pure Immortal path, not yet completely dead, but his dim Consciousness Spiritual Light was about to surge.
A brilliant slash of the blade passed, and his eyes lost their luster, completely killed.
Qin Ming, his white clothes stained crimson, stood calmly and firmly before the formation, the Mutton Fat Jade Iron Blade in his hand dripping blood.
The demon camp was silent, feeling suffocated.
Even a famous Demon Sword Immortal like Tong Jiao and Zhu Jianhao were killed, and if this were to reach the Demon Clan, it would surely spark an uproar.
Their heroes, our enemies!
