Seventh Brother Has Come to Save You

As Yun Niang's words fell, the surrounding Demon Race seemed to receive some kind of signal, and their attacks grew even fiercer.

They roared, bloodthirsty light flashing in their eyes, as though they intended to devour Han Zhou Yuan whole.

Yet at this critical moment of life and death, an unprecedented determination and calm arose in Han Zhou Yuan's heart.

Han Zhou Yuan shot into motion, pushing his movement technique to its limit. Afterimages overlapped, making it impossible to discern his true position.

Taking advantage of the gaps between the Demon Race and Yun Niang, he deftly weaved through the battlefield.

Every slash of his blade carried terrifying frost, driving back the surrounding demons one by one.

However, a massive hammer that suddenly came crashing out from the demon horde shattered his technique in a single move.

The black-clad youth of the Tiger Clan was simply far stronger than him.

Coupled with the siege of so many Demon Race experts—

In the end, Han Zhou Yuan was still severely injured by a single hammer strike from the black-clad youth and sent crashing to the ground.

Han Zhou Yuan felt as if his chest had been struck by lightning, his internal organs seemingly displaced.

Even under the agonizing pain, he forcibly held back any groan.

His gaze burned as he stared fixedly at the black-clad youth advancing toward him step by step.

"Trash, do you dare fight me one-on-one?!"

The roars and savage laughter of the surrounding demons seemed to fade away at that moment. In his world, there remained only this battle, this defeat—

And the fate that was about to arrive.

"Hmph, a mere human dares challenge the dignity of the Demon Race?"

The black-clad youth sneered, a massive hammer in hand.

Demon Qi swirled around him, making him