Demon Abyss.
Outside the shattered city, Li Jie watched the Origin Demon Sword depart, feeling the aura it emitted, a bitter taste suddenly emerging at the corners of his mouth.
He looked down at the scabbard he had meticulously forged for Pang Jian, the bitterness in his expression deepening.
The twelve arrays he had inscribed inside the scabbard were intended to suppress the demon soul within the sword and cut off its connection with the outside world, to prevent the Source Demon from drawing on the evil in people's hearts for power.
But now, watching the Origin Demon Sword fade into the distance, he realized that the arrays he had inscribed may not be able to restrain the Source Demon at all.
The scabbard, in an instant, became a mere decoration, a "garment" for the Source Demon to conceal its blade.
That was all.
"Oh well, if it's useless, then it's useless. It was still my heartfelt effort," he said.
