Boom—!
The sword body suddenly ignited with emerald flames, green fire churning; in the next instant, its blade had already sliced toward Wind Demon's waist!
Kunpeng's killing intent boiled over. He viciously pressed down with his wrist and dragged the blade—
Riiip!
Without the slightest resistance, clean and decisive, he cut Wind Demon cleanly in two at the waist!
Kunpeng knew the sensation of a sword piercing flesh better than anyone—that dull, faintly resilient resistance clearly meant the blade had entered Wind Demon's body. His heart jolted, wild delight surging like a tide. Yet in the next instant, a trace of strangeness rose within him. The sensation of entering flesh had been far too smooth, without the sluggish drag of tearing through sinew and bone, much less the warmth of spurting blood. It was as though he had not stabbed a living thing at all, but punctured a thin layer of mist... Yet the sword had undeniably gone in. The more he thought about it, the more tangled it became; the more he pondered it, the less he could make heads or tails of it.
Then—
The corpse that had been cut into two suddenly dispersed into a wisp of blue smoke, drifting away until nothing remained—not even a speck of ash.
"Mm?!"
Kunpeng's brows knitted sharply as a chill crawled up his spine. Something was wrong—far too wrong! But what exactly was wrong, he could not grasp that thread. Only anxiety remained, crashing back and forth through his mind.
"Damn it!"
The thought had barely exploded when his throat tightened, and he took a sharp breath—
A long sword gleaming with piercing cold light had already thrust at his heart like a venomous snake flicking out its tongue!
Kunpeng's pupils contracted. With a flash of thought, a Crystal Palace,