Looking at the black-armored fish demon, Daoist Dayan's eyes lit up.
Zhao Yunlong was rubbing his palms together.
Although this water demon was stupid, its physical strength was really strong.
The sword light must have been extremely refreshing when it slashed the demon.
Unfortunately, Han Muye did not activate the sword pill as they had expected.
A small golden sword appeared above his head.
Sword of the soul.
The moment the small sword appeared, both the green-bearded man and the three black-armored fish demons trembled.
Whether it was Greenbeard or the fish demons, they were both beings with weak souls.
The soul pressure emitted by Han Muye's small soul sword immediately froze the souls of Greenbeard and the three black-armored fish demons.
"Slash—"
The small sword shot out and hit the black-armored fish demon's head, and then disappeared in a flash.
