"ROAR—!"
The Mole Antelope Demon let out a low roar. Its four short, thick legs kicked off the ground, and its massive body, like a small, moving hill, charged at Fang Han once more.
It extended its claws—several foot-long, earth-yellow talons that tore through the air with a piercing shriek, aiming straight for Fang Han's throat.
Its speed was astonishing, completely unlike what a Demon of its immense size should possess.
SWISH!
Fang Han's eyes narrowed as his right hand touched the seemingly unremarkable, pitch-black ring on his left index finger.
The Cloud Splitting Sword vanished, and the Wind Shocking Sword was unsheathed.
Facing a First-Grade Demon, he naturally had to go all out and use his strongest methods.
The pale cyan blade glinted with a clear light under the gloomy sky. Its edge was as thin as a cicada's wing, yet it exuded a heart-stopping sharpness.
He infused the Inner Qi from his Cyan Profound Technique into the blade.
VMM.
