章節 278: The Cry of a Phoenix

A shadow loomed over both the interior and exterior of the Garden of Zhou.

On the snowy plains deep within the night, there were only countless snowflakes in the night sky, without a star to be seen. However, what could be clearly seen was the shadow that extended out from Xuelao City.

The shadow was even darker than the black night, and even colder than death. It represented the willpower of the Demon Lord. Regardless of how dazzling the sword ray that passed through it was, it was unable to break through it in a short amount of time.

However, the sword ray was already powerful enough, even already possessing the strength to resist the shadow. Although it was unable to chop the shadow, it could easily chop through a lot of other objects.

For example, the arm of the terrifying third Demon General, and the throat of the seventh Demon General.

The seventh Demon General held onto his throat, and like a mountain, he slowly began to fall.