Whew...
Wind swept through the mountains, and the blood stench that filled heaven and earth seemed to have faded somewhat.
Yet the horrifying ravine carved across the earth remained a soul-shaking sight that no one could ignore.
Under the gaze of ten thousand demons, Seven Horns walked up to a great boulder.
A saber was embedded in it—a broken golden broadsaber, with only half its blade remaining.
It was this saber that had cleaved out the ravine stretching hundreds of miles beyond sight, as though it had split the earth itself in two.
"Worthy of Tyrant Blade!"
"His final counterattack before death possessed such power that it took tens of thousands of our clan's experts with him."
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several figures fell from the sky like meteors.
Each radiated monstrous demonic aura. They were clearly existences at the level of Tier 4 Demon Emperors!
"Seven Horns Commander, Tyrant Blade is dead!"
Seven Horns Commander glanced at them, displeasure in his voice. "You took too long."
The several Demon Emperors looked somewhat embarrassed.
They had not expected Tyrant Blade to be so difficult to handle. Combining the strength of four demons, they had fought bitterly several times without managing to take him down.
More importantly, his temperament was fierce and unyielding. Whenever he fought, he adopted a desperate style that would drag others down with him, leaving the demons with no way to begin.
Fortunately, Seven Horns Commander had sent reinforcements.
A slender man in white drifted down before the broken golden saber and licked his lips.
"A Human Race expert's Nascent Soul truly is the most delicious food in the world, especially one belonging to such a peak expert!"
Seven Horns frowned. "Gao Chang, my lord said you were not to act personally. Why were you so impulsive just