The Blood Demon was never a match for the Shenxiao Sword.
With Li Boyang's forceful persuasion and mind attacks, it quickly fell to a disadvantage.
The Black Dragon seized the opportunity and turned away without a moment's hesitation.
Roar!
Utilizing its Soaring Clouds and Mist divine power, the flying speed of the Black Dragon, though not as fast as the Shenxiao Sword, far surpassed that of ordinary birds.
By the time the citizens of the Guifang Kingdom realized what was happening,
the figure of the Black Dragon had already vanished from their line of sight, leaving only rolling black clouds as proof of its existence.
However, at this moment, the Blood Demon had no interest in bothering with the Black Dragon.
"Am I… the Blood Evil Ghost?"
Even as the Shenxiao Sword pierced through the head of the Blood Demon, it was still grappling with its identity.
Because this was a voice from within, a communication that transcended language and words.
