Watching the crazed, black-clothed youth, the smiles on the faces of the several people from the Demon Abyss in the sky grew wider and wider.
From time to time, they would launch attacks that struck the black-clothed youth, sending him flying again and again, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.
However, they didn't kill the black-clothed youth; they were merely provoking him relentlessly.
The black-clothed youth, in turn, grew more and more frenzied. His eyes were bloodshot, looking as if they would pop from their sockets, as he mechanically swung his blade in the direction of the attacks.
The eight Demon Abyss disciples in the sky shifted their positions, effortlessly dodging the youth's blind attacks. They circled above his head, laughing mockingly.
Seeing this, some of the people below looked grim. They couldn't stand to watch any longer.
