The void still retained the terrifying Sword Intent.
Monu's enormous demon body now reduced to only a head, lay on the vast square, filled with astonishment.
He could feel his immensely majestic life force rapidly draining away like a breached dam.
"You... who... are you really?"
At his final moment, he struggled to turn his gaze toward the figure in the Gold-Patterned Profound Robe, and asked with difficulty.
What met him, however, was a streak of crimson Sword Qi that pierced from the third eye on his forehead into his brain, utterly extinguishing the last vestiges of his vitality.
Boom!
A thick, pitch-black fluid exploded.
Qin Zheng also reached out and grasped a gem radiating dazzling light into the palm of his hand.
He had not immediately made a move to slay this Great Demon, but instead watched as the other struggled to break free from the seal.
He wanted to gauge the true strength of his opponent.
