"Feng Qing'an, you've killed someone!"
Youyou, who was still cradled in Feng Qing'an's hand, widened her eyes. She stared at the blood-colored sword aura that covered the area for miles around, protesting loudly.
"He's not dead yet."
Feng Qing'an, linked to the thirty-six Demon Suppressing Swords, understood the situation within the sword array better than Youyou.
At the moment when the sword aura surged like a raging tide, the spirits of numerous flames, like the stalwart manifested from a divine flame, were shattered around the arrogantly powerful figure. Even he himself lost all his flesh, leaving only a fuzzy skeleton.
In the next instant, he reacted, raising a long, red banner and wrapping himself inside it. This gleaming Immortal artifact temporarily relieved him, allowing him a moment to catch his breath.
