WHOOSH—
As the Middle Tier One-eyed Snow Owl charged toward the North Snow Tribe Warriors, the Northern Snow Lance flew from Jiang Qiu's right hand, a black streak piercing through its head.
The sharp spearhead tore through its skull like a steel nail through a watermelon, sending a spray of pulpy fragments into the air.
With a THUD, its wings stiffened. It plummeted from the sky, carried by the wind, and slammed into the snow, carving out a large crater. Its limbs twitched faintly.
"SCREE—!"
"SCREE—!"
The Warriors, who had been bracing for battle, stared dumbfounded at the corpse lying not far away. They watched as the remaining Demon Race members spread their wings and soared high, their endless screams of terror like those of demons spotting Zhong Kui.
