Everything had changed far too quickly.
Heavenly Demon Dis... Dis...!?
From the flank, Yu Qinghan had just been about to unleash Heavenly Demon Dismantling and charge in when the formidable enemy before her vanished. The shock came so suddenly that she nearly failed to rein in her sword.
Watching the young man put away his greatshield, watching the spiderweb-like cracks spreading across the ground, and the Demon Sect Master embedded in the earth together with his axe...
Yu Qinghan suddenly felt dazed, recalling what the young man had said earlier:
"Today, I'm taking her with me. Let's see who dares stop me..."
"Don't forget the notes on the ground."
Huo Yuanhong glanced at the bundle that had been tossed onto the ground and reminded her.
"Alright."
Yu Qinghan instinctively picked up the notes she had thrown aside before fighting and held them close.
By then, the drumming had stopped, as though someone had seized the drummers by the throat and they could no longer strike another beat.
Only a few slow-reacting drummers struck several more times before stopping as well, staring blankly at their sect master, who had fallen amid the sound of his own drums.
Hadn't they said... that once the drums sounded, their sect master would be invincible?
The remaining Demon Sect experts felt as though they had fallen into an ice cellar, their entire bodies turning cold.
It was as though they had watched the Demon Sect's sky briefly light up, only for that light to abruptly go out. At last, they understood... what true despair was.
"Run!"
No one knew who was the first to turn and flee, but only then did they realize that the other three sides had been enclosed by iron railings. Only the side from which their sect master had arrived remained