In an instant, two scarlet bloodlights lit up in the skull's eyes atop the black demon staff in Demon Wind's hand. With a teeth-grating series of cracks, the skull's jaw opened, unleashing a powerful suction force.
Yin winds rose throughout heaven and earth. From the corpses of the city's dead civilians and fallen Demon Race and Demon Clan members, whether intact or not, dense death qi poured from their scattered limbs, turning into wisps of ethereal white vapor that surged wildly into the skull's mouth.
The skull's mouth seemed like a bottomless abyss, rapidly devouring the rolling death qi. As more and more gathered, the aura emanating from the demon staff in Demon Wind's hand grew increasingly powerful.
Amid piercing whistles, eleven Pure Yang Flying Swords shot over. Blazing crimson flames ignited across their blades as they flew toward every part of Demon Wind's body.
He took a slight step back to open the distance, then thrust the Black Jade Skull forward. A dense cloud of death qi immediately erupted from the demon staff, swallowing all eleven flying swords.
In just an instant, Shen Luo lost his connection to the Pure Yang Flying Swords.
His heart tightened, and he immediately halted his forward charge.
Though these eleven Pure Yang Flying Swords had yet to develop sword spirits, he had nurtured them within his body all along. Losing contact with them so easily meant there was clearly something strange within that death qi.
Just as Shen Luo was filled with uncertainty, Demon Wind swung the Black Jade Skull toward him. The tangible death qi filling the sky immediately churned like ocean waves and bore down on Shen Luo.
Within the death qi, a massive sword shadow condensed and slashed down at Shen Luo.
Shen Luo's gaze sharpened. He immediately sensed a