C708 The Person Chu Yan Likes
"My body—"
The Demonic Cultivator's eyes widened in disbelief.
As he opened his mouth, blood surged from his throat like a fountain.
In the next instant, dense sword gleams pierced his body, crackling as they turned him into a virtual sieve.
When the Demonic Cultivator's body hit the ground, it resembled a tin can riddled with a thousand holes