Zuo Wuji never underestimated any opponent, let alone a demon. He launched an all-out strike, and the instant the sensation traveled back through the flat staff, he was already fairly certain he had killed the demon. Even so, he remained fully vigilant, guarding against both his current opponent and the surrounding area.
Only after his opponent died and revealed its true form did Zuo Wuji slowly withdraw his flat staff. He spun it in a flourish, then planted it beside him with a bang. His gaze turned toward the horse demon beside Old Ox. He said nothing provocative; he simply stared.
At that moment, Zuo Wuji's thoughts were simple.
Even if I die today, I'll kill to my heart's content!
Zuo Wuji had no mind for anything else now. He only wanted to fight freely and without restraint. What he did not know was how great an impact he had made on those around him.
To the demons, he naturally stirred boundless malice. Yet among the nearby mortals, he faintly lit a fire in their hearts—the anger and hatred toward demons that fear had long suppressed...
The horse demon looked toward the wrecked cart. The scattered fruits were still rolling across the ground, but that demon had truly lost all breath. It was absurd for a demon to be beaten to death by a mortal's blade, sword, or staff, but the horse demon's fury only grew fiercer.
"You dare kill my demon soldier? Hurry up and skin him, then pull out his bones!"
With an angry roar from the horse demon, the other five demon soldiers, who had also been stunned, immediately rushed forward together. There was not the slightest trace of a demon's pride in them.
Flat staff in hand, Zuo Wuji swung it like a madman, whipping up