C1308 Fighting the Remnant Souls of the Demon Race

In the distance, the corpse of the devil was still there.

With a loud bang, Yang Xuan flew out from midair and landed heavily on the ground. A mouthful of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He struggled to get up. The sword qi had landed on the Black Dragon Horn beside his hand and helped him recover his breath.

Not far away