The Demon Blade exuded an otherworldly chill.
Even under the prohibitions of the Martial God, it felt as if the essence of the Star River was condensing to form a living creature, and it seemed like a disheveled Demon Immortal was reaching out a hand to enchant everyone standing before it.
This thing was undoubtedly a calamitous object.
But to Little Yi, only taste and nutrition mattered.
"I'll keep watch. You swallow it, and then we'll slip away," Wu Hen said.
Granted permission, Little Yi's dragon saliva already covered the ground. The ancient blade, originally resembling a Nine Nether Demon, yearned for the ignorant to release its Sealing, but as Little Yi's dark form drew near, as it opened its gaping maw that could devour everything under Heaven, the Demon Blade suddenly panicked, emitting a trembling sound!
