"You..." The Demon's eyes bulged wide, impossibly wide, yet he was still dragged in like trash caught by a vacuum cleaner.
He wanted to ask, How did the Yin-Yang Netherworld Sacred Coin end up in your hands?
But now he could not utter a word. His gaze had turned to sheer terror and pleading...
It did him no good. Tang Changsheng had already used the Yin-Yang Netherworld Sacred Coin. How could he possibly leave a survivor?
"Go in peace! Stop struggling..."
Tang Changsheng smiled faintly and watched the long snake shadow get sucked inch by inch into the void. In the blink of an eye, it was gone.
Only then did Tang Changsheng finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Killing those two Demons might have looked effortless, but it was anything but. Neither was weaker than Tang Changsheng; they might even have been stronger.
But neither had expected Tang Changsheng to possess the Yin-Yang Netherworld Sacred Coin. Their carefully laid plan had no chance to work. One wrong move had cost them the whole game, and Tang Changsheng had slain them with ease!
The remaining Demon was fighting Sword Spirit in midair. When he saw both his companions die, shock seized him. How could he dare keep fighting?
He took a strike from Sword Spirit's sword rather than delay his flight toward the horizon.
Tang Changsheng did not pursue him. He merely cast a cold glance after him.
Then his expression turned solemn, and he took out a small booklet.
He saw two more names in the booklet: Purple Dusk Demon, Dark Yin, and Snake Shadow.
Tang Changsheng's expression shifted as he gently rubbed the Investiture Book. I killed both Dark Yin and Snake Shadow. Their Hun and Po were utterly destroyed.
*Yet their names have appeared in the book.