Having just witnessed the might of Ye Qingcheng's sword strike,
especially the demon general whose head she had severed, none of them hesitated.
They all nodded in agreement, exchanging glances.
Then, their faces vicious, the four demon generals charged at Ye Qingcheng together, wreathed in spiritual qi that burned like fire.
After their earlier exchange, Ye Qingcheng already had a clear understanding of the demon generals' strength.
They were not strong. They were weak, possessing only astonishing regenerative power.
That regenerative power was indeed a headache, but it was not without a way to counter it.
Within their bodies, amid their blood, Ye Qingcheng had detected special Demon Cores.
The Demon Cores flowed with their blood. Destroy them, and the demon generals would die for good.
Because the Demon Cores had no fixed location and were hidden inside their bodies, they were difficult to pinpoint, making them particularly troublesome.
Predict their movements? Test one sword strike after another?
Ye Qingcheng had no patience for that.
Nor did she believe Chen Mu had that patience.
With her curiosity satisfied, she took a deep breath. Spiritual qi flooded her internal organs, then coursed through her blood vessels and burst from her arms, winding around the blade in her hand.
Facing the four demon generals swooping down toward her,
Ye Qingcheng unleashed Phantom Shadow Sword once more.
With one sword strike, ten thousand rays of sword light rivaled the blazing sun!
They were dazzling!
Like a shower of falling stars.
Their reach was so vast, their numbers so overwhelming.
By the time the four demon generals reacted, it was too late.
Before their bodies could even register pain, they had been riddled with holes, their flesh and blood evaporating outright.
The Demon Cores within them shattered in an instant.
"How... could...?" They died