Quiet!
All the monsters on the plains were dumbstruck, staring at Su Yie and Luo Zhenhai. The Three-Headed Ghost King had lost?
The monsters from Three Ghosts Mountain were so terrified that they trembled. Now that even the great king had been killed, what use was there in continuing to fight?
"Those who give up fighting will not be killed, but those who dare to resist or flee will die!"
Su Yie raised the Zhou Wu Sword high and shouted coldly, his voice carrying far.
No sooner had his words fallen than thousands of monsters knelt on the ground, signifying their submission.
But some hardheads charged at Su Yie and Luo Zhenhai, and some monsters, hoping on a slim chance, ran away.
Su Yie threw the Zhou Wu Sword, and Feng Long controlled it to move as fast as lightning, striking at all the fleeing monsters with a thrust to the throat, instantly killing them!
The monsters on Su Yie's side then cheered.
"We won again!"
