The Leopard Demon's eyes showed a look of horror. Feeling the astonishing explosive force from the palm on his back, he felt as if struck by lightning. His body was sent flying high into the air, then crashed heavily to the ground, rolling several times before finally coming to a stop.
His body and mind shuddered; he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and stared in shock at that ghost-like figure, unable to believe it as he said, "How is this possible? With so many demons, how did you kill them all in an instant?"
He had already made preparations, planning to turn around and run the moment these demons held Qin An up.
But he truly had never expected that these demons wouldn't even be able to make Qin An pause for a moment.
In just that instant, they were turned into headless corpses strewn all over the ground.
And Qin An's blade had been held in his hand from start to finish, as if it had never even been swung.
