In the vast wilderness, there was complete silence.
Tang Wan, Zhao Qian, Mo Xingcang, and Long Kun, among other strong figures, stared at the crescent-shaped space crack, their pupils trembling violently.
With a single sword strike, space was torn apart, something even they couldn't achieve!
How high-level was that Ancient Sword!
"Ah!"
The Soul Slayer Sword was too sharp. At the first moment her right arm was cleanly severed, the Demon Princess didn't feel much pain, just a chill where her arm had been. Only when she saw her right arm spurting blood did she turn pale and begin to scream.
The scream instantly jolted Mo Xingcang and the others awake.
"Bastard, you're despicable!"
Mo Xingcang's eyes nearly burst with fury. His son had already been killed by Chu Yi, and now his daughter was in critical danger. He cast aside all caution, transformed into a streak of blood, and shot forward.
