The sky was covered in darkness, like locusts drawn to the scent of food, spreading out and surging with ominous undercurrents, crawling wildly!
A member of the Demon Clan stared wide-eyed, as if suddenly spared a death, and shouted hoarsely:
"The Evil Beasts are chasing in that woman's direction! It's that Sword Cultivator woman! She hid the Heart Burning Seed! Such sinister thoughts!!!"
Arao suddenly raised her head, gazed into the distance, the smile in her eyes frozen, her face turned a pale white like paper, as if her soul had suddenly been captured.
She raised her palm mechanically, as if in a trance.
The head of the excited, babbling Demon General exploded like a ripe watermelon, silent, falling to the ground.
Quietly killing a person, Demon Lord Arao felt as if the strength in her body had been completely drained, slumping onto the blood-soaked ground, her face paler than the dead, more horrifying than specters.