Nangong Luo and Fang Yuan, each with a single strike, wiped out the demon clan that originally seemed numerous and powerful.
The sky was empty, while the ground was covered either with torn flesh or charred bodies.
At this moment, the entire valley was filled with a strong scent of charred meat and a thick smell of blood.
The mixture of these two odors made it hard for anyone to keep from frowning.
"Not worth a hit, what's there to brag about!"
Looking at the demon clan sprawled across the ground, Nangong Luo shook his head, speechless.
It was unclear if these demons were mindless, not knowing what is strong or weak, or if they were truly fearless, willing to face difficulty even when confronted by a formidable foe.
However, regardless of which it was, in the face of overwhelming strength, it was all in vain, with death being the inevitable ending.
"Kekeke~ who can blame these guys for their bad luck? Coming out of the channel only to encounter our Tiger King Ridge!"
