Ling Fan's sword was exceptionally fierce. Although he hadn't reached the level where he could kill a person within ten steps or traverse a thousand miles without stopping, using it felt like an extension of his arm. Taking advantage of his retreat, he harvested the lives of dozens of Demon Beasts.
"Ah!"
A piercing scream filled the air, unusually tragic. Ling Fan sensed something was wrong. Glancing to the side, he saw the True Dao elder battling the Golden-eyed Demon Vulture in the sky. At this moment, the elder's right arm was torn off by the vulture, causing him to convulse in pain.
Swish! Swish!
Ling Fan gritted his teeth, stomped fiercely on the ground, creating a deep pit with dust flying everywhere. He lunged at the Thousand-faced Ghost Ox, his sword force slicing the air into countless fragments.
Moo!
