Chen Yuan stood at ten thousand feet in the sky, holding his sword, his brows slightly furrowed.
In the Three Thousand Interfaces, the number of the Demon Clan was far fewer than that of the demon clan and the Human Race.
But the reason they could still stand firm against the Human Race and demon clan across numerous interfaces was not only their formidable Martial Arts but also their terrifying physical bodies.
It is said that once the pure blood demon clan cultivate to the Nascent Soul Realm, they can be reborn from a drop of blood.
The royal demon before him had not reached that realm, but was not far from it.
More crucially, the sword Chen Yuan had just used could have reduced the Demon Son's entire body to pulp.
Yet it was blocked by the Quasi Heavenly Treasure Level Heavenly Demon Armor, only managing to break it open.
To the Demon Son, such an injury was a mere scratch.
"Again!!"
