Outside West River City, demons were rampant, and the ground trembled.
The people inside and outside the city watched the scene in horror, feeling a shiver all over and fear in their eyes.
"My life is over." A cultivator gritted his teeth and raised his weapon, while others turned and fled in a frenzy.
At that moment, a sword whistle came from the sky. Some looked up to see nine streaks of silver light flying towards the demon army, and in an instant, countless demon heads flew into the air, and a blood-red rain began to fall from the sky.
Countless people looked on in shock at the scene, their eyes wide open, bodies trembling uncontrollably, unsure whether it was from fear or excitement, or perhaps both.
The nine streaks of silver light moved at incredible speed, almost invisible to the naked eye, like nine silver bolts of lightning rampaging through the demon army, leaving no demon alive in their wake.
