No matter how fiercely the thirteen great fiendish demons, including Yellow Wind Daolord and Patriarch Crocdragon, unleashed their relentless barrage of attacks, Qin Yun only shook his head. He turned and walked to Scholar's tomb.
He sat down and began drinking from his alcohol flask.
"Scholar, you always claimed to be lonely. Yet you have a daughter observing the filial rituals after your death. Not bad for you! You ended up much better than Priest and the rest. They died on the battlefield and we didn't even know where their hometowns were. But nevermind. We volunteered to enter the battlefield and were long prepared to die there," said Qin Yun with a smile. "By the way, I know the fiendish demons around are being a little noisy. Bear with it. In less than a day, they will all scamper away and return home."
"Boom!"
There was no end to the assaulting blasts outside the Cyclic Sword Flash barrier.
