The man paid no heed, swung his sword once more, and then sat down again, picking up the chopping knife, and a wooden stick, he resumed carving the wooden sword.
Seeing this, the dark-faced man's eyes filled with anger, but then he seemed to remember something and calmed down, with a cold huff he said, "A mere Heart Demon, giving it to you poses no harm."
Having said that, he turned and stepped out, his figure disappearing into the dark mountains.
Meanwhile.
In the Tianyuan Domain of the Human race.
The battle was still ongoing.
Even facing the siege of four top Heavenly Immortals, although the strength of the Heart Demon was not weak, it could still only be repeatedly hit.
In the Heart Demon's perception, the various incarnations scattered throughout the Lingxu Realm were constantly being destroyed.
But by now, there was no panic on his face as there had been at the beginning; instead, it had calmed down somewhat.
