Su Li’s hand grasped the handle of the umbrella. He did not perform any other actions, but the sword intent already reached areas that were several dozen of li away.
There were no sword rays, nor was there any sword wind. The thin snowflakes floated down slowly, but in the surroundings of the snowy plains, countless shrill sounds appeared. Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh! It was the sound of the edge of the sword cutting through space and through armor. It was the sound of the edge of the blade cutting through the powerful bodies of the Demon Generals.
Around the dozen or so mountainous black shadows of the Demon Generals, countless thin white slashes appeared. The cold wind suddenly separated, the heavy armor suddenly shattered and fresh blood spurted out. Some mountainous shadows fell in the snowy plains with a groan, while other mountainous shadows retreated backwards with a roar. There was actually not a single Demon General that remained where they were originally.
