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The sharp glow of the sword light flashed, causing the Demon King's heart to tremble wildly, knowing he had no time to defend and almost instinctively dodged to the side!
"Swish!"
"Thud!"
Although the Demon King was quick to react and dodge, the blade still left a trail of blood on his neck!
The crimson blood slowly seeped out, strikingly conspicuous against the darkness of the night.
The Demon King reached to touch his neck, and upon seeing the crimson blood on his hand, his gaze towards Ye Xunhuan darkened all at once, and his entire being seemed to be enshrouded in an aura of death!
At this moment, although the Demon King stood in front of Ye Xunhuan, visible to him, he couldn't feel any fluctuation of his presence, as if he were a cold corpse—an eerily strange feeling!
"Marshal, I truly did not expect you to be able to injure me!" The Demon King's gaze was somber as he stared at Ye Xunhuan, his voice turning hoarse and icy at that moment.
