The dull thud had just echoed when the towering figure of the Demon King flew backward as if he were a baseball being struck.
"Phut!"
In the air, the Demon King spat out a mist of crimson blood, his fierce, contorted face turned deathly pale, clearly suffering heavy injuries.
At the same time, Ye Xunhuan landed gracefully like a deity!
No sooner had he touched the ground than Ye Xunhuan too spat out a mouthful of bright red blood. His right hand stabbed the blade he held into the ground, and he half-knelt, his chiseled face pale as paper, forehead instantly covered with cold sweat!
Ye Xunhuan didn't wipe the cold sweat from his forehead but instead gasped for air deeply.
"Bang!"
At the same moment, the bulky body of the Demon King thunderously fell to the ground, creating a crater as dirt flew around. His entire body convulsed uncontrollably as if he had been shot by a shotgun.
