The blood and qi the Demon Cultivator had struggled to calm within her body churned violently once more.
The demon art she had been casting, only halfway complete, was forcibly interrupted by the incoming sound waves.
By the time the Demon Cultivator steadied her mind again, all she saw was her companion's severed head and body. The massive demon core, swept up by the sword formation, flew backward toward Ling Yue Shang.
At the sight, the Demon Cultivator's eyes filled with horror.
"Second Brother!"
She cried out involuntarily, grief appearing on her face.
She had known Ling Yue Shang's life-risking strike could not be underestimated, but she had never expected her companion to die so easily.
Whatever schemes and wariness they might have held toward one another in ordinary times, they were still members of the Demon Race and sworn siblings.
How could she not grieve over his death?
"Good! What a Heartless Fairy Ling Yue Shang, what a human cultivator!"
"This humble one will remember you both. For today's blood-deep enmity, I will one day demand justice from you two!"
At the turn of that thought, the Demon Cultivator forcibly suppressed the grief in her heart.
Her gaze swiftly swept over Ling Yue Shang, then paused briefly on Su Shi'er.
The resentment in her eyes seemed determined to carve their appearances deep into her memory.
The instant her words fell, the Demon Cultivator's peripheral vision swept over the Body Integration stage Great Demon still locked in battle.
Then, with a gentle twist of her waist, she transformed into a streak of light and shot away.
With her companion dead, she knew the tide had already turned against them.
She did not linger in battle.
In the blink of an eye, she burst out of the Taoist temple at astonishing