Ye Ran muttered to himself,
His eyes remained calm as still water.
The sword light danced across the Fourth Demon God's body. Each strike precisely avoided vital points, yet tore away a piece of flesh.
Upon hearing this sentence,
Chen Wuxin, standing in the distance, was lost in thought.
Looking at Ye Ran, whose body was covered in blood, tears welled up involuntarily.
"Teacher Ye..."
At this moment, the Fourth Demon God's body was riddled with holes; its once-plump form had shrunk by half, and its entire body was covered with wounds of varying sizes.
His eyes were beginning to glaze over, and he was foaming at the mouth, yet he still retained a sliver of consciousness.
This is precisely Ye Ran's method.
To remain conscious amidst extreme pain, to feel every bit of suffering...
"You...you can't kill me..."
The fourth demon finally collapsed, tears streaming down his pockmarked face, mingling with his blood to create a bizarre and terrifying scene.
"Do you really think that severing all ties will make those believers return to good intentions? Under my guidance, they are all wicked people driven by lust. Without me, they will be even more lawless and wreak havoc on the entire world..."
Ye Ran's sword froze in mid-air, his eyes still icy: "I only want you dead..."
As soon as he finished speaking,
The sword light flashed once more. This time, Ye Ran's swordsmanship became even more ruthless, each strike precisely severing a lifeline within the Fourth Demon God's body.
The fourth demon god's screams grew weaker and weaker, and its obese body, as if drained of life, gradually withered away.
His eyes were filled with fear, yet he could not escape Ye Ran's sword...
Longmu chanted scriptures softly to the side, his hands forming a mudra: "Amitabha, lay down the butcher's knife, and instantly become a Buddha..."
"Shut up!" Ye Ran said coldly without turning his head. "Someone like you has no right to say such things. If it weren't for you, how could we have suffered this disaster today?"
Long Mu looked embarrassed and ashamed, and remained silent.
A moment later,
The fourth demon god lay on the ground, barely clinging to life, as if he might die at any moment.
Ye Ran waved one hand.
Chen Wuxin was directly led by Ye Ran to the front of the Fourth Demon God.
"Here you go." Ye Ran placed the Zhuxian Sword in Chen Wuxin's hand.
"He was finished off..."
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