A figure appeared several hundred meters away from Xu Yang.
"Is it him?"
Surihan looked in surprise at the demon follower standing before Xu Yang.
At a glance, he recognized it was an Earth Tier Class C demon follower—someone even with his strength, he couldn't claim to suppress!
But now, though the demon follower wasn't dead, it had fallen into an incredibly bizarre state, motionless like a statue, as if it had lost all instinct!
Moving his gaze, Surihan saw the Demon Dragon Saber!
The dragon soul on the blade was lifelike, sending a chill through his heart even from afar.
Demon Dragon!
"It's you!"
Surihan narrowed his eyes; a green Spirit Sword materialized out of thin air in his hand.
Among the Barbarian Race, few martial artists used swords—fewer yet were adept!
But he happened to be one of the rare skilled swordsmen!
Although the scene made Surihan's heart faintly uneasy, he had absolute confidence in his own strength.
