God of Slaughter Song Zhong, Someone Attempts Robbery

On the Demon Sect's side, their two strongest geniuses had already died, and Song Zhong was so invincible that the disciples had long since lost all will to fight.

All they could think of now was escape.

Those who had been slightly farther away were fine, but the Demon Sect disciples who had previously followed behind Huo Chuanxing and Yin Daiqi were unlucky.

Song Zhong charged into their midst and swung his blade down.

Facing him, a Demon Sect disciple merely saw a flash of purple light. He had just raised his arm, his weapon not even fully lifted, when his neck was already sliced open by the blade.

After the longsword cut through him, it did not stop, but continued swinging forward.

The next instant, another massive head flew into the air.

Song Zhong was like a God of Slaughter from ancient times. Wherever he passed, not a single Demon Sect disciple survived.

With every strike, at least two Demon Sect disciples died.

"God of Slaughter!"

"Run!"

The disciples of the various Demon Sects fled desperately in every direction, wildly swinging their weapons at anyone who blocked them—whether disciples of the Orthodox Sects or their own people.

No matter who it was, so long as they blocked their escape, they attacked madly.

No matter what, they had to get away from that God of Slaughter as quickly as possible!

The Demon Sect disciples had been on the outskirts to begin with, and they still had the advantage in numbers.

After chasing and cutting them down for a while, the Orthodox Sect disciples still allowed quite a few Demon Sect disciples to escape.

By now, the riverside had become a river of blood.

Much of the blood had even flowed into the river, only to be swept away by its