As for the Demon Great Sage Phoenix Emperor, everyone in the demon race knew more or less about her: she was single-minded and loved to nitpick.
Put nicely, she had exceptionally strong execution and strict self-discipline. Put badly, she was stubborn, old-fashioned, incapable of adapting, and only knew how to follow orders.
But there was no denying that it was precisely because of this strict obedience that Phoenix Emperor had earned the Demon Emperor's favor. With the Demon Slaying Sword in hand, she had become the commanding general overseeing the army, with the authority to execute Demon Sages of the same rank first and report afterward.
Di Jiang figured that Phoenix Emperor had stabbed him because her one-track mind had mistaken him for a deserter fleeing in the middle of battle.
Heavens have mercy, he had been ordered to invade this world and was the highest commander of an entire army. Even if Phoenix Emperor had misunderstood him, there was no need to turn on him immediately!
Besides, he had not truly intended to flee. He had merely finished gathering intelligence and planned to return to revise their strategic deployment.
While Di Jiang was still completely bewildered, Russell's sword hand did not soften in the slightest. Starting from Di Jiang's chest, he sliced upward through his body, then swept the cold blade horizontally at his head.
Di Jiang's body faded, evading the fatal strike. Clutching his wound, his face turned pale and green.
Suddenly, he met Russell's eyes and finally came to his senses. "You aren't Phoenix Emperor. Who are you?"
Russell advanced with his sword, slashing diagonally toward Di Jiang's head. Di Jiang twisted aside to evade, but the wound that could not heal touched against itself. The pain made him suck in a sharp breath, and his body