In a flash, the young man appeared behind Han Muye.
"Black Tiger Demon and Breeze Black Bat!"
A cry of surprise came from behind Han Muye.
Does he have a name?
It seemed that he was also an expert among the demons.
Han Muye looked ahead. The black tiger's claws were already in front of him.
Without a sound, a green short sword stabbed at his neck.
It was fast.
The black tiger was fast, but the thin young man's short sword was even faster.
These two great demons seemed to be competing to see who would get it first.
Around them, the human cultivators sighed, shouted, exclaimed, and the sword hummed.
Outside Han Muye's body, the Green Destiny Sword in his hand loosened.
It was as if he was shocked by the thin line between life and death.
His right hand, which held the short sword, also dropped gently.
He stopped resisting.
That made sense.