The thin yet long throwing knife lightly shivered as it nailed onto the body of the tree as if it was excited that it took away the life of a Bulk Demon Bloodline Warrior. The faint blood trace on the ground was soon washed away and cleaned up in the rapid storm.
The violent and explosive battle that made a lot of noise a second ago was long gone, and there were only the heavy raindrops sounds resonating under the sky. Lightning flashed through the sky, and the thunder made the scene more horrifying.
Qian Jin heavily coughed. Nila’s last fist strike was very powerful; at the verge of death, his strike was more powerful than before he got shot by the arrow. It didn’t matter if it was a human or a demon, they would certainly let out a strike that was beyond their reach at the critical moment.
