That day.
In the interior, a figure shot out from a canyon deep in the mountains, streaking outward.
A streak of light charged across the heavens.
A mournful roar came from the woods a hundred li away!
Awoo!
Awooo!!
Bang!
Dust billowed through the dense forest as a Demonic Beast was sent flying backward, crushing several towering trees beneath it.
A thick stench of blood permeated the woods.
A young cultivator held a long sword magical artifact, its tip angled toward the ground as drops of crimson beast blood slid down the blade in an unbroken line.
The long sword magical artifact in the young cultivator's hand gave a slight tremble, flinging the beast blood away.
Its pale golden blade gleamed once more, as bright as new.
At that moment, the young cultivator's gaze remained locked tightly on the Demonic Beast before him, which was covered in sword wounds. He seemed to be guarding against the beast, hanging on by its last breath, erupting with one final desperate strike.
However, the young cultivator had been overly cautious.
Just as he remained on guard against the First-Order Demonic Beast before him, its final thread of life suddenly extinguished completely.
Only then.
Did the young cultivator let out a breath of relief. Then, he thrust his sword once more into the Demonic Beast's vital point.
Immediately afterward.
He finally put away the Demonic Beast's corpse.
Just then...
A streak of light passed over the dense forest. Vaguely, he could make out a figure within it.
Seeing this.
The young cultivator seemed to think of something.
The next moment!
His figure flashed, streaking through the woods like a wisp of green smoke.
Before long, a figure burst out of the forest and appeared atop a mountain peak beyond the trees.
The young cultivator