The Tilted Scales

Boom! Boom! Boom! In an instant, dull thunderous roars exploded one after another across the night sky.

Compared to the earlier sudden, almost incomprehensible suicidal assault, this burst of blade light and thunder hell lacked the terrifying lethality of that death-seeking sword strike. Yet with this equally abrupt eruption, the area it affected was undoubtedly far greater.

One Blade Domain, one dawn, one thunder hell...

Eleven Fourth Order Demons—more than half were caught within it!

And those who had been severely wounded...

Chu Mu stood suspended in the air and looked up, his gaze growing ever calmer.

He no longer had the mind to care which demons had been severely wounded or merely injured.

At this moment, all his attention was fixed on the demon not far before him.

One dawn had pierced straight through its body!

With the sharpness of blade intent, bolstered by dawn's faith of all living beings, even if the strike could not kill it in one blow, it would certainly leave it severely wounded.

Was it an exception, or was it commonplace?

Right now, he needed an answer.

But the situation before him did not permit him to wait for that answer.

Every second counted. A moment's negligence could very well cost him his life! His green robe stained with blood, Chu Mu became a blur in an instant. His frost-like blade closed in on the severely wounded Fourth Order Demon at a terrifying speed.

Both were Fourth Order. Though it had been severely wounded, the demon's reaction was undoubtedly swift since it had been prepared.

At that instant, the demon let out a furious roar. As it opened its mouth, a Purple Fire Pillar surged forth, sweeping toward the onrushing Chu Mu in the blink of an eye.

Chu Mu raised his right hand.