This night was destined to be a night of bloodshed for Fusang, a disaster for all the major forces of Fusang!
And this disaster unfolded entirely from the shrine.
After this disaster ended, a Fusang ninja once recalled: The Marshal and the Demon King were entirely the embodiment of the God of Death; they weren't just one plus one equals two!
At this moment, Ye Xunhuan had completely transformed into the God of Death, fully unleashing his speed to the limit, his whole body seemingly equipped with an accelerator, moving so fast that people could only catch a glimpse of a shadow.
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
Ye Xunhuan swiftly flashed under the night sky, while the sharp sword in his hand was entirely like the scythe of the God of Death. With every flash, a crimson blood splattered out, followed by a dull sound, and another corpse appeared on the ground.
