A matchless and piercing sword Qi, like hundreds of millions of the tiniest carnivorous fish, rampaged madly within his body, destroying the demonic essence he had cultivated over ten thousand years with the force of a decaying avalanche.
Excruciating pain flooded his Divine Soul like a tidal wave.
The Demon General spat out a mouthful of dark-golden demonic blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs. He looked down in disbelief at the unadorned, ordinary-looking ancient sword protruding straight through his chest, then abruptly raised his head, sensing the Void Refinement presence that had already vanished without a trace.
Chapter 311