The Sick Demon was even more dumbstruck. His eyes bulged wide. What kind of treasure was this, to be so brutal?
Before the thought had even finished turning, that terrifying blade of light was already upon him.
Light screens, shields—no matter what type of defensive Ancient Treasure it was, before it they were all like paper paste. They had almost no effect at all and were swept away completely.
There were no words left to describe it.
As an expert of his race, the Sick Demon had once sparred with the Mad Shark King.
The Six Kings of the Sea Race each had their own strengths. In terms of ability, the Mad Shark King was not the strongest, but he was absolutely the one with the highest attack power.
When Shark King struck, it could be summed up in one word: madness.
Sometimes he even fought as if betting his life, sacrificing defense in exchange for higher attack power.
Yet it seemed he still had no move as outrageous as this boy's. With just a single strike, he had completely broken through his defenses.
Seven or eight Ancient Treasures of no low quality had actually been swept away. If this were spoken of, no one would believe it.
However, at this moment, there was no time to sigh over anything. If some other old monster had run into such bad luck, the Sick Demon would certainly be gloating at the side. But when it was his turn, it was not funny at all.
Right now, staying alive came first.
Whoosh...
The sound of air being torn apart entered his ears. Space itself seemed to be ripped open. Wherever that blade of light passed, streaks of white appeared in his vision, shocking to the eye and chilling to the heart.
Even