The Vermilion Bird let out a light rebuke.
Its wings, large enough to obscure the starry skies, flapped like celestial knives, cleaving through the void, shattering chaos, and slashed toward Liang Hui's head.
Too fast! Too absolute! Too ruthless!
In almost an instant, it approached the youth's neck.
The next moment, it would behead the enemy.
Beneath the extreme sharpness of this strike, the entire Demon Realm seemed almost to be split in two.
All members of the Demon Tribe revered as they watched this dazzling, supremely beautiful slash.
Facing such an attack, Liang Hui's eyes remained fervent as he instantly reacted.
The Void Bright Bell flew out from his chest, floating above his head, dropping one silver-white Divine Ring after another.
With each Divine Ring falling, the youth seemed to move further away from this place, as if he were in a boundless distance.
This was a very strange sensation, belonging to the application of the Space Taoism Principle.
