章節 1143: Fighting the Demon Commander

At the summit of Mount Nuorilang…

The Demon Commander sat in the coiled horns of the Mountain-toppling Fiend, her eyes closed as if she was asleep.

Other than rusted green copper, the chinks in her armor also played host to frosty white.

She had already brought her Qi to its peak condition. Even the mountain was expressing its servitude.

She naturally wasn't sleeping. She was listening to the battlefield.

She heard the sword of Mount Li, the sleeve of the Li Palace, and the slender fingers of South Stream Temple, but none of this moved her.

Then, she heard the sound of a blade leaving its sheath and instantly opened her eyes.

"He's actually so confident?"

Many years ago, not far outside Xuelao City, Black Robe had organized a lethal trap against Su Li.

At the crucial moment, Chen Changsheng had come out from the Garden of Zhou, sending the Yellow Paper Umbrella into Su Li's hands.

Su Li had gripped the hilt and a Demon General several dozen li away was heavily injured.