BOOM!
The carriage shattered.
Ming Nianwei's figure appeared several dozen feet away. Her Fuyao Sword swayed gently, scattering motes of Spiritual Light around her.
Not far away.
An Ape Demon holding a pitch-black club stood in the middle of the long street, its eyes wide with surprise as it looked at her.
"A Sixth-Grade Mage?"
'A place this small actually has a Sixth-Grade Mage?'
"A Fifth-Grade Great Demon."
Ming Nianwei's lips felt dry, her beautiful eyes flickering.
"Just my luck!"
Facing the Fifth-Grade Great Demon, she had a very strange feeling. She felt that her opponent was both incredibly powerful and pathetically weak.
This was clearly the influence of Li Chengxia's memories.
In Li Chengxia's eyes, a Great Demon below the Fifth Grade wasn't even worth a second glance; one could crush it with a single finger.
