Climbing the red staircase step by step, Old Demon Ye slowly untied his cloak clasp. The silent torment of the past several days had been quite arduous, but now he could finally relax a little.
Suddenly, Old Demon Ye looked up toward the direction of the beams above, and even though there was nothing there, he still felt that something was off.
This keen intuition was one of the main reasons he had survived so many life-threatening experiences to date.
"Not good!"
All of a sudden, Old Demon Ye felt like his scalp was about to explode!
In the sharp sound of piercing wind, an Azure Dragon Spear, carrying an indescribable heavy strength, shot straight towards his face!
No matter how good his movement technique was, Old Demon Ye could not evade this accumulated and sudden strike.
"Bang!"
Amid a spray of blood, Old Demon Ye's head was impaled by the spear, and blood dripped down profusely.
"You motherfucker..."