After Zhang Tie twisted the Shadow Demon's head all the way around and snapped its cervical vertebrae, its head drooped limply...
Only a dead Devil Race member was a good one. With its entire body gone completely limp, the Shadow Demon looked like a mutated giant lizard with wings and a horn. Counting its tail, its body was nearly over three meters long.
The horn on the head of an Earth Knight-level Shadow Demon, along with its wings and skin color, were all distinctly different from those of an ordinary Shadow Demon. These were all unique identifying marks.
Zhang Tie let out a long breath.
The suffocating resentment and indignation brought on by seeing Lan Yunxi were expelled along with that long breath.
This time, he had killed a Shadow Demon—an Earth-level Shadow Demon. Less than an hour had passed since it had encountered Zhang Tie, yet this Devil Race phantom that had thrown all the human knights of Iron Enclosure Mountain into unrest had already died by his hand. If this did not count as proof of strength, then what did?
Zhang Tie felt the surging, roaring strength within his body. It was precisely this power that reignited his blazing fighting spirit and confidence.
A formidable enemy that had once loomed before him like a mountain—the invincible Earth Knight—now lay at his feet like a dead dog. One day, those who fell beneath his feet would be Phantoms, would be Sky Knights. Today's Shadow Demon would be tomorrow's Devouring Party. So what if they were Sky Knights? So what if they were the Three Dukes of Great Xia? They represented the past, while he represented the future.
After giving the empty, abandoned underground mine one more glance, Zhang Tie grabbed the Shadow Demon by the neck with one hand,