Either you kill the other side yourself, or you let them escape and become a future scourge lurking at your heart.
Chen Feng's pupils shrank into a thin line. He was like a wild cat that had spotted a mouse; hunger had already driven it mad. In a flash faster than thunder, he raised the Longsword in his hand, drew a golden arc, and hacked straight ahead.
"No!"
Through the Demon Horn, Chen Feng caught a desperate roar at that moment; he could even see the terrified expression surfacing on the other's face.
None of this was supposed to happen.
"A being like me with such powerful strength—how could I lose to a mere human…"
"Psshhh!"
A raging wind swept in!
The other's thoughts were cut off mid-stream, because at the same instant Chen Feng's sword cleaved into his neck. In midair, a blossom of red blood-mist burst open, and then a [silhouette] appeared on the ground.
