Chapter 983

Wine Sword Sovereign immediately raised his sword to block.

But in the end, he was a step too slow.

Even if Xiang Wuhui's agility was high, in a distracted state, it was impossible to strike first after being struck.

So his sword Qi only had time to cut through half of the demonic power fist force.

The rest landed solidly on his chest.

Pfft!

The robe on Xiang Wuhui's chest and back was instantly shattered into a large hole, turned into fly ash by the penetrating fist force.

The old Sword Sovereign immediately flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground, his body grinding a long, narrow gully into the ground, and even the stone bricks were flipped up.

No matter how powerful the physique of a Nascent Soul realm cultivator was, it was difficult to resist the full-force strike of a Demon Monarch.

Xiang Wuhui coughed up a large mouthful of blood, feeling his internal organs shaken to pieces, and even the cultivation technique to circulate spiritual Qi was difficult to activate.

His whole body's meridians were blocked, clogged by stagnant blood and bone fragments.

Crack!

The wooden sword in his hand also snapped, failing to resist the Demon Monarch's fist force.

Wine Sword Sovereign's chest was a bloody mess; he stood up with one arm, gripping the wooden sword, staring fixedly at the Demon Monarch in the sky.

"Good punch!" He was defeated, but there was only more condensed fighting intent in his eyes as he roared loudly.

"Cough, cough... truly a good beast of the demon race."

The Demon Monarch looked down at him from above, a faint smile on his face.

"Xiang Wuhui, you have lost."

When Zi Tuo said this, there was a hint of the pleasure of revenge in his eyes.

This hatred was actually not directed at Xiang Wuhui.

But directed at Wei Tianhai!

Back then, Wei Tianhai's dying sword strike caused severe injury to Zi Tuo, even leaving his spirit with a shadow toward sword cultivators for a period of time.

As a generation of Demon Monarchs who suppressed the world, how could he accept being so disheveled?

So he had always wanted to defeat a powerful sword cultivator head-on to re-prove his power and wash away his inner demons!

And now, he had finally done it!

"Senior, hold on!" Jiang Yunqing stepped forward, coming behind Xiang Wuhui.

She absorbed the soul power contained in the corpses all over the ground, activated the newly learned healing skill, and wanted to heal the old senior's injuries.

But the injuries were too severe, and the effectiveness was minimal for a time.

Countless Demon Ancestors were also attacking Ni Shuang, Yan Ze, Ji Yao, Wan Wu, and others with all their might.

Everyone was heavily injured.

Ni Shuang danced in the ice and snow, guiding the sky full of ice and snow she had activated to surge into everyone's wounds, temporarily freezing the blood to prevent massive bleeding and ensure combat capability.

But this was only a stopgap measure.

If there was no turning point, if things continued like this, everyone would die!

The Black Feather Nether Bird, Xiao Ming, was circling high in the sky, using its beak to pierce and kill the demon race, transforming itself into a sharp arrow.

But there were too many demons, like clouds and mist, endless to kill; even if their heads were pierced, they would not necessarily die.

The sky full of demons stared at this scene and let out strange, cold laughter.

"Humans, die, die, die!" The demons made terrifying sounds.

"Demon race all-out attack, you have no way to turn the tide!" ===== CHAPTER 985 =====