After leaving the barracks, Zhang Xuan swiftly led the Otherworldly Demon toward the room with the mirrors.
"Commander, what's wrong?" Seeing how careful the Commander was being, sealing the entire area completely such that not even the slightest aura could leak out, a serious look appeared on the face of the Otherworldly Demon.
"It's like this…"
Stroking his lower jaw, Zhang Xuan casually walked up to the Otherworldly Demon when all of a sudden, a demonic blade materialized in his hand and sliced right for the Otherworldly Demon's neck.
"…"
Not expecting the Commander to make a move on him suddenly, the Otherworldly Demon swiftly backed away. No matter what, he was still a Great 3-dan Intuitive Impulse cultivator and had been through many battles. Despite being caught off guard, he did not become flustered.
Padah!
However, barely after taking two steps back, a massive brick crashed down on his head and reduced him to a flat pancake.
