The Abyssal Demon Lord mercilessly slaughtered the disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect, extracting every last bit of their vitality;
Those disciples drained of their vitality turned into dust, leaving no trace of their bodies;
Looking at the demonic shadow that nearly obscured half the sky, a smile appeared at the corner of Song Jian's mouth;
"I never expected that I've hit the nail on the head and had locked onto the target of the third task in advance!" Song Jian murmured, "Maybe luck is part of strength? Who said that again?"
As it consumed more and more vitality, the aura of the Abyssal Demon Lord grew heavier and more dense. Song Jian squinted and watched it closely. It was currently breaking through from the peak of second-tier combat power to the third tier, a transformation that Song Jian could learn from. If he could advance without completing the assessment, he would have never entered this world;
