The mountain path twisted like a sheep's intestines.
To one side stood sheer cliffs.
The Demon Race soldiers, lined up in formation, could only march two abreast along this mountain path, stretching the procession all the way to a bend hidden among the mountains.
"The King is dead?!"
An incomparably shrill cry suddenly rang out from the long, narrow Demon Race column.
"Kill! Kill them!!"
As those words rang out, every demon soldier seemed to have received some unbelievable news.
They all abruptly raised their heads and stared fixedly at the young figure at the end of the mountain path.
The Short Axe in Zeng Anmin's hand glimmered with an imperceptible cold light.
He narrowed his eyes and looked ahead.
A goat-headed demon, less than five feet tall, hovered behind the demon soldiers.
Its goat eyes were bloodshot as it stared viciously in this direction.
Zeng Anmin's face remained utterly expressionless.
He calmly looked at the procession.
"Charge!!!"
As the goat demon spoke, it raised an arm and swung it down.
The endlessly stretching demon soldiers suddenly picked up speed.
"Eat him!!"
"Avenge the King!!"
Red light flashed in the demon soldiers' eyes.
They gleamed with fanaticism.
The two lesser demons at the front gripped crude wooden short spears and came howling toward Zeng Anmin.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!!!"
As their footsteps quickened.
The two lesser demons leaped almost at the same time, their short spears erupting with a heart-chilling chill in the darkness as they aimed straight for Zeng Anmin's throat.
Zeng Anmin watched them calmly.
Finally.
When the spearheads were less than an inch away from him.
His axe moved.
"Swish!!"
The Short Axe brushed against the air.
Yet it made no sound at all.
The attack looked limp and feeble.
But it severed both oncoming spearheads in unison!!