C1440 The Tragic Ling Mufeng

However, the Demon Lord was extremely cold and detached. He twisted his withered hand, making it seem like he was moving in taiji, the movement seemed slow, but the gentle force contained a strong power, that quickly formed a black skeleton shield in front of his chest, rushing towards the sword aura. Boom!

Bang!

The sword aura fiercely collided with the bone shield