After the late autumn comes the bitter winter.
In the midst of winter, he strove to turn the tide.
Jiang Yuanhua's increasingly elusive Yin Spirit floated in the sky, his ears filled with the howls of demons. Indeed, it was winter, but the bone-piercing snowstorms violently assailed the demons.
Shen Yi did not go alone to stop the horde of demons outside Qingzhou.
He merely stood in the sky.
In front of that tall silhouette, whether the demons came in or left, whether they were inside Qingzhou or outside, the only difference was where they died.
The bull demon had already lost its will to fight and was fully intent on fleeing.
Every time it soared through the sky, it would be smashed back by a figure in black clothes with a red glow with a single punch.
It used a Precious Tool just to sneak in, but now all it thought about was how to escape.
Bang!
The bull demon was once again blasted back above Qingzhou City, its huge eyes filled only with confusion.
