Chương 1747: The Strange Mountain Valley (3)

Ye Qingtang hid in the shadows, observing the whole scene.

Although fiendish demons had some physical similarities to humans, their skin and flesh were exceptionally hard and tough. Even the sharpest blades forged from top-grade metals would not be able to cause a single scratch. Legend had it that when a fighter who was Emperor-level and below encountered a fiendish demon, the only thing that he could do was run…

There was no chance he could win a fight against a fiendish demon.

But somehow, that tough skin appeared weak and vulnerable against their own kind, easily torn apart by those razor-sharp fangs and claws.

Ye Qingtang stared with pensive eyes as a large fiendish demon slashed another demon right in half with just one swipe. Even the bones inside were chopped in half.

The sight of it made her shiver.