Accompanied by the God-Slaying Spear's maniacal, demonic laughter, a black line shot out, cutting straight through the mountain range and through space, racing into the distance in an instant.
Its speed was so great that even Seal Demon could not react in time.
Only at this moment did Seal Demon realize what kind of enemy he was facing, and what sort of iron plate Young Master Blood Feather had kicked.
He was certain that he could not withstand such an attack. Faced with such overwhelming force, his defenses were utterly superfluous.
He instinctively tried to protect himself, but all that came out was a wail as his body gradually began to shatter!
"No, no, don't!" A look of panic surfaced on Seal Demon's face. He was unwilling to accept this reality.
He had finally broken free from Young Master Blood Feather's restraints. He had finally come out to catch a breath of fresh air. How could he be sent back so easily?
Yet beneath that single strike of the God-Slaying Spear, all his resistance became completely unnecessary.
With just one blow, his body began to fall apart and collapse like mountains crumbling and tiles scattering. The swollen masses of flesh split apart in every direction. Then, Young Master Blood Feather, who had seemingly vanished, appeared once more within that thick, sticky body.
Seal Demon had been destroyed.
Yang Chen had to admit that the God-Slaying Spear was still his greatest trump card. Coupled with its recognition of him as master, a single spear strike could force even a Demigod Stage expert to dismount before the battle domain.
Young Master Blood Feather, who had reappeared, was clearly somewhat dazed. Only when he saw Yang Chen holding the God-Slaying Spear did he cry out in shock, "Y-you, why aren't you dead? Shouldn't