"Ha ha ha..."
Yang Ge covered his face and laughed like a madman. The Blade-Army Mad Dragon coiled behind him, slowly rising into the air. As it turned, countless broken blades and shattered weapons clashed together in a dense chorus of clear metallic chimes, like a thousand wind chimes swaying at once.
Yet the sound that rang so sweetly in Yang Ge's ears sent an all-pervading chill through the Japanese soldiers surging across the ground, frightening their souls out of their bodies. They shoved desperately in every direction, trying to get farther away from this blood-soaked lord of demons whose savage fury reached the heavens...
Yang Ge stood amid the encirclement of countless Japanese troops and laughed as though no one else were there, laughing until he gasped and struggled to catch his breath.
He slowly raised the ceaselessly trembling Cold Moon Saber, gently patting its snowy blade, polished smooth as a mirror, and scolded it with a laugh. "You little rascal, this is the last time. Once we're home, you'll have to behave!"
The Cold Moon Saber trembled and rang all the more fiercely, like a puppy eager to go outside and run wild, obediently agreeing to anything he said.
Laughing, Yang Ge flung the Cold Moon Saber away with a backhand toss.
The Cold Moon Saber circled once above his head, then shot like lightning toward the Blade-Army Mad Dragon coiling in midair, fitting seamlessly into the bridge of its nose.
The next moment, the Cold Moon Saber poured out countless strands of reddish-black killing intent. Like the red cord binding a coin sword together, they swiftly spread across the entire Blade-Army Mad Dragon, joining its countless broken blades and shattered weapons into a single whole!
As killing intent spread throughout the Blade-Army Mad Dragon, two masses of