Crunch.
He twisted his neck and said in an extremely cold voice:
"——Don't think you can die easily."
boom!
Yamen was knocked down again.
boom!
And then again.
Boom...
After I don't know how many times.
Yamen was covered in wounds, and every time he stood up he had to use up almost all of his strength.
Watch him stand up again.
The demon, with bloodshot eyes, finally roared in anger, unable to bear it any longer:
"You! You bastard brat! Why don't you surrender!!"
"...Who would... ask you..."
"... ...Yeah?"
The demon's expression was extremely gloomy.
The next moment, he turned and walked towards Alante.
"Then I'll take off his head and enjoy your desperate expression."
“!!!”
Yamen's eyes widened instantly, and his vision and brain seemed to go blank.
Tick, tick, tick...
In the vast white world, the only thing left was the demon walking step by step towards Alante who was lying in a pool of blood.
Master...
Will he die?
The white world was gradually dyed red.
Unprecedented anger filled my entire chest.
Then--
despair!
He moved.
The body moves before the brain issues an order.
The sword, which had been used for many years, gradually took on a layer of red light.
despair--!
In the slowing vision, the demon who heard the noise slowly turned around.
As the red light reflected in his pupils gradually grew larger, his originally gloomy expression gradually turned into fear.
"Haiyelal Flow——Empty Destruction!!!"
boom--!!!
The red sword energy instantly split the atmosphere, leaving behind a huge sword mark.
Most of the demon's body, along with the large amount of gray mist behind him, disappeared...
“… …”
Alante witnessed it all.
A smile played on the corner of his mouth.
You can do it, Amen.
"The Sword Saint Sect is now in your hands..."
Then, Alante smiled and closed his eyes.
... ...
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