"Because I'm also a demon."
After Zhang Fan finished speaking, his figure vanished, and he charged forward. His speed was terrifying, almost like the speed of light.
The demons around him swept toward Zhang Fan in midair from all four directions. Zhang Fan remained motionless, but a cruel glint flashed through his eyes. He had never shown mercy to these demons who did not know their own limits yet were so pathetic. Whenever he attacked, it was always with a terrifying instant kill. He would never show them any mercy.
Just as those few Demon Generals were only a few dozen yards from Zhang Fan, he suddenly moved. Holding his sword in his right hand, he swept it in a circle around him...
Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss!
Amid the sound of tearing, the cold and razor-sharp Eight Tribulation Sword cleaved through the demons' black-iron armor as easily as cutting through mud. Like a long wind breaking through waves, it swept through the bodies of the group...
Standing in the void, Zhang Fan's great black cloak billowed behind his battle armor. His gaze swept over the battle still raging below. The mountains and plains were filled with endless slaughter, and no one noticed that the battle in the air had already ended so quickly. These Demon Soldiers had already lost their will to fight.
A heaven-shaking boom rang out from afar. Zhang Fan thrust the Eight Tribulation Sword into the ground. Centered on the sword hilt protruding from the earth, rings of ripples spread outward. Wherever they passed, countless demons turned into flying ash that filled the sky. The entire earth trembled along with the expanding ripples.
Crack, crack, crack!
Huge fissures pierced through the earth. At the center of those cracks was the Primordial Sword World. The Sword World could