The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Just when Soshyang wanted to go further, the demon began to laugh wildly.

The sound that echoed in Soshyang's mind was so ugly; the harsh laughter, rusty with hatred, filled with hissing blood surge and jagged metal resonance.

As Soshyang moved forward, the laughter became more harsh.

The initial attack was just an appetizer. When Soshyang tried to approach the crack in the gate, a gust of wind engulfed with colorful smoke gushing out of the crack, and it instantly filled the entire hall.

When the curtain was lifted, Soshyan also saw the enemy.

They condense into a twisted shape in the thin smoke, the dark outline slowly unfolds, and they move forward steadily.

He could smell the alluring scent of musk on them, he could feel the billowing heat of the air, and he could hear the froth-filled throat and lung embolism-like grunts.

The screaming ghost hovered in the smoke, and the buzzing noise was a headache.

A large group of evil demons appeared suddenly.

But soon Soshyan realized what attracted them—

"quickly...."

Whispering accompanied by wild laughter washed Soshyang's will, the uncontrollable thirst and the promise of dark temptation hissed and moaned.

"Soon!!! You will soon see my power, I am the source of endless joy and pain!!!"

In this place where the veil of the world is the weakest, the magic tome that has been silent for a long time at Soshyang's waist finally begins to commotion, and it is its breath that has attracted this boundless magic group.

Although Soshyang was silent, these unclean sounds were burning his will, and he made a comeback again and again, becoming more and more intense.

He continued to fight in this crazy talk, as he has always done, the battle with the claws that invaded the soul has never ended.

And the evil servant of Chaos was shadowy by his side, and his profane broken claws and stumps twisted in the thick fog.

Soshyang's pace began to accelerate, first moving forward quickly, then jogging, then leaping running, the heavy pace splashed blood on the ground.

When he charged, the ground was shaking.

"Kill it! Kill it!!"

The Grimoire also became irritable, causing the demons to be agitated as well.

They howled, their slender mouthparts like reptiles rattled when singing, the sound of cursing music enveloped the hall, the rapid tremor echoed at the end of each melody, the deep bass hummed and sang a variety of beats. All kinds of rhythms mocked.

This music tortured the soul with true lies, they tempted Soshyang to join the song, dedicating his voice to unrestrained indulgence.

The air is filled with the fragrance of temptation, which is as boring as that song. It is a temptation to entice people to pursue incomparable happiness.

But Soshyan’s response was only one word--

cut!

Raise your hand! Yang Jian! whereabouts! death!

At this moment, Soshyang was like a gray ghost, shining with the long sword in his hand, reflecting the edge of hell.

Everything it touched was incomplete, and the desecrated corpse fell from both sides of him, was cut, shredded, fell into the blood and rolled.

He roared with a sacred battle cry, providing fuel for every sword swing.

"Evil **** it!"

The shameless servants are like a huge stormy wave hitting the rock, desperately collapsing around him.

There was a flame in his eyes, which was ignited by fear even in the heart of the inanimate, but the flame was so pure, as clean, sharp, and focused as a blade, without a trace of emotion, like a surgical operation.

"Kill it ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The Grimoire is still screaming, the demons are still singing.

But Soshyang saw through the song, rejected its temptation, smashed its deadly harmony with a sword, tore apart the singing demons, chopped their bodies into pieces, and told them with actions—his Impeccable purity.

He moved on and walked towards the breach, getting closer and closer to the center of the whirlpool.

Soshyan may not be able to solve all the evil spirits blocking the road at once, but he will dig out the heart of every blocker, and all the abominable things that block his way will not escape death.

When the power of the subspace began to fade, these unclean things had already paid a sufficient price for the numerous evil deeds they had committed.

But they were still singing, and the devil's choir echoed in the empty hall.

Far away from Soshyan, the hateful chaotic creations danced cheerfully, as if those unimaginable incarnations of terror were laughing at him, eagerly waiting for him to witness what was waiting for him.

But the demons who fought with him couldn't be happy anymore, their roars were full of anger, and they swooped at him with their paws.

Soshyan's existence makes them painful, even crazy and desperate.

This group of demons didn't seem to want him to reach his destination, and now there are more demons behind him than in front-but if those behind are capable of destroying him, they will do so before he takes another step.

In the twisted ocean of demons, he took another step, another step, firming his mind, moving forward desperately, and pierced the chest of the demon in front of him with his sword.

The female demon screamed, and its huge claws hit his shoulder armor, drawing a deep scratch.

But Soshyang turned the Sacred Flame Sword, the demon immediately lost his balance, the thorn tail lashed weakly, and the pus splashed on the Seiko power armor.

He has slaughtered too many demons, and the filthy blood has covered his armor, making the armor lose its original color.

Withdrawing the sword briskly from the demon's twitching body, following Soshyan's steps, the body of the fallen demon has begun to collapse from the material world.

But this is far from enough, time is not standing here, he already feels bitterly cold.

So while he swung his sword and dashed, knocking down a demon in front of him, he ended it before another demon had a chance to fight back.

The demon fell ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ staggering, screaming, dancing with all fours, struggling in the mud.

The power of the gray marrow is unmatched, and the magical atmosphere is washed away!

After a fight, Soshyang was less than fifty meters away from the breach, and it can be clearly seen that the figure is actually a set of Terminator armor-it is gray and iron-colored, and its shape is somewhat similar to that of a cavalry. , But there are also many differences, especially on the left and right shoulders, there are two similar

The metal bulge of the flower bone.

Seeing Soshyan approaching the breach, the evil creatures attacked him more frantically.

He just cut the demons in half at will, struggling forward, leaving a pile of broken bodies behind him, but there were more demons gathered in front of him.

"I will give you a new life."

Seeing Soshyang get closer and closer to his goal, the magic code has changed from cursing to temptation.

"Embrace the power of our Lord, and you will get rid of that destiny that is destined to end!"