A massive Mountain Demon head rolled onto the ground.
Then came the second, the third...
Zhang Yuan didn't pursue the escaping Mountain Demons but instead dealt with the severely injured ones lying on the ground first.
No matter how thick the fur or how hard the bones of these Mountain Demons were, they couldn't withstand a strike from the Red Blood Saber.
Their corpses emitted black smoke, rotted and vanished in an instant, turning into pus and blood seeping into the soil.
Roar~
Suddenly, a Mountain Demon with a Fine Iron Arrow lodged in its head staggered and got up shakily from the ground.
A low growl echoed from its throat.
Yet its gaze was disoriented, its consciousness already collapsed, looking more like a Zombie.
Zhang Yuan's gaze sharpened, and he immediately dashed forward, swinging his saber to decapitate it.
This was the Mountain Demon Zhang Yuan had first shot earlier.
