The two-meter heavy saber slammed down with all its might, blunt-edged and weighty.
The Drought Demon was sent flying backward. Before it could steady itself, it saw its opponent already above its head, wielding a heavy weapon and bringing it down. In a moment of danger, it reflexively raised its arms before itself...
The nearly inch-thick heavy saber crashed down!
Boom~!
The instant the Black Armored Person descended, the heavy saber struck the Drought Demon's crossed arms. Bai Yujun felt as though she had hit a block of steel—hard enough that the recoil numbed her palms. The Drought Demon's calves, meanwhile, were smashed into the earth.
The force formed a circular shockwave that spread outward, sending yellow dust and wild grass flying everywhere.
The Drought Demon was not as invincibly powerful as the legends claimed, nor were those myths born of hearsay. A Drought Demon was not a god; it was merely a zombie that had evolved to a certain stage and gained more abilities. There was truly no need to deliberately elevate it. Even ancient myths never claimed that Drought Demons were immortal and indestructible. As for the later rumors that grew more outrageous with every retelling, forget them.
As for Drought Demons ascending to heaven to slaughter dragons—heh. Since when had divine dragons, creatures of myth, become so weak that even a corpse could slaughter them?
The most disgusting thing in the world was people deliberately saying that someone could slay dragons, or treating dragons as food, just to highlight how powerful that person was. As a result, divine dragons had sunk lower and lower in everyone's eyes, becoming nothing but props. Who knew whom such words degrading divine dragons would ultimately debase?
Perhaps endless evolution could grant tremendous power, but the problem was that such a powerful