"I have come... to battle with you!"
Yue Jing and Xifeng's gazes followed suit, and in the distance, a young man with scumbag dressed in black with a black cloak, wielding a black sword, charged into the battlefield at high speed. With a swing of his Demon Sword, he forced all the members of the Demon Clan approaching Yue Jing and the other warriors to retreat!
"It's him!"
Seeing the black-clothed swordsman, Yue Jing's face revealed shock.
Including the dozen or so warriors behind Yue Jing, they all stared dumbfounded.
"The Sword Demon... rumored to be on the Tenth Floor..."
"Black clothes, black cloak, black sword, it's him..., no doubt, it must be him!"
"The Sword Demon! He's come!"
The faces of the dozen or so warriors behind Yue Jing showed surprise and delight, and even a few women burst into tears of joy on the spot.
With the Sword Demon here, they should be saved.
