WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH...!
The Demon Spirits of the Weasel lineage weren't listening at all. Their king had been captured and was about to be beheaded. How could they stand by and do nothing? They transformed into black shadows and charged into the sky, along with many experts from the broader rodent lineage, all seeking to avenge their king.
"It seems they don't obey you as their king."
Tu Xiao'an shook his head. Nine Flying Knives, as thin as a cicada's wings, materialized beside him and shot forth with a piercing whistle, each one claiming the life of a Demon Spirit.
The gap in power was immense. To Tu Xiao'an, an ordinary Rank Three Demon Spirit was now no different from an ordinary human.
Killing them required almost no effort at all.
BANG... BANG... BANG...!
The nine Flying Knives flashed past. The moment they struck a Demon Spirit, they would detonate it into a mist of blood, revealing its Lifebound Golden Core.
