After a single move, the difference in strength was clear.
The two swordsmen of the Demonic Path had not only lost both arms, but seals had also been implanted in their bodies, locking away their power. Their arms could not regenerate for the time being, and their strength had been suppressed as well.
Fan Lang remained calm, showing no complacency despite defeating two powerful enemies on his own.
Victory and defeat had been decided. No matter how unwilling they were to accept it, it was useless.
"You will suffer a miserable fate for losing to me. It is too late for regrets now," Fan Lang said coolly.
Demon Sword Maniac wore a resolute expression as he said bitterly, "You really did destroy my sword path."
Piercing the Nine Heavens with Cold tried to flee from the other side, only to be blocked by an invisible force and plunged into utter despair.
Fan Lang said nothing more and directly took control of the two swordsmen of the Demonic Path. It was the same old method: the Divine Soul Pearl and the subsystem worked together to thoroughly control their minds.
A family had to be complete and orderly. Now, the Three Great Swordsmen of the Demonic Path were finally all together.
The three swordsmen, once infinitely glorious, were about to be reduced to carriage pullers—and that was putting it nicely.
The Demon Spirit Skeleton Car gained three more pullers, bringing the total to eight. Only one final chain remained empty.
Not just anyone was qualified to pull Fan Lang's carriage. Those insignificant nobodies were unworthy. Only powerful members of the demon race deserved such treatment.
"Giddyup!"
Fan Lang merged the two into one and shouted.
The eight demon race slaves exerted themselves together, pulling the Demon Spirit Skeleton Car forward at breakneck