“Black Sky Demon.”

Staring intently at the black shadow behind Han Yuan and the heart-pounding murderous spirit it exuded, even Zhou Yuan felt a chill run down his spine.

The sword pill floated up in front of Zhou Yuan, filling the area with a mighty sword light before it turned into an incomparably sharp sword shadow.

Chi!

The sword shadow shot out like a bolt of lightning, aiming directly for Han Yuan.

Han Yuan stood motionless in the void until the sword shadow was no more than a foot away from his face. He slashed the black sickle through the air, striking the sword shadow. The beam of sword light shattered, and the sword pill trembled before shooting back.

Swoosh!

The Black Sky Demon vanished.

Zhou Yuan stepped sideways when he heard a harsh whistle of wind in his ear. He then saw the silhouette of the sickle slash down close to his body and rip the void apart.

Unsuccessful, the blade changed its attack once again. Wrapped in a strong murderous spirit, it moved in a tricky trajectory and swung down at Zhou Yuan’s neck.

Zhou Yuan wrinkled his brows. The speed of the Black Sky Demon was astonishingly fast. He didn’t know what it was, but...