The flesh scattered, leaving the sky pure and spotless.
The Black-clad Swordsman strode forward, as though he had merely handled a trivial matter.
Donkey-face's death was like a bucket of cold water splashed onto Delgon and the others' heads.
A Heaven Rank warrior couldn't even last a single round before him.
This wasn't illusion magic at all.
Standing before them was none other than the "Demon Slayer"!
The thought of resisting was snuffed out instantaneously, as Delgon cried in panic, "Magical Dragon, take me away!"
At his command, the Magical Dragon remained still, trembling on the ground.
It had been completely petrified by the Black-clad Swordsman!
"Useless trash, what good are you!"
Seeing the Dark Shadow inching closer, Delgon swallowed nervously, decisively abandoning the Magical Dragon and fleeing towards the distance.
The three Bull Horn Demon Tribe members suddenly snapped out of their daze.
The Black-clad Swordsman—he really was the Dark Shadow!
