Zhao Huai stared at the figure disappearing from his line of sight, finally daring to exhale heavily. After all, the atmosphere had been too suffocating just now, and he couldn't catch his breath.
Apparently, his opponent's target was never him in the first place.
"Who exactly is this demon? Just the terrifying aura emanating from their body is enough to make one shudder..."
In Yu Yunping's mind now, all he could think of was that terrifying sword from before, causing him to shudder at the thought.
It was earth-shattering and comparable to a godly figure.
This was an army of tens of thousands!
These were not inanimate paper figures or the old, weak, or disabled; every single one of them was a carefully chosen, strong soldier.
Just a slash to kill them all?!
He feared that tonight when he sleeps, he would be haunted by that ghost face.
Plop! Plop!