Chapter 606: Drunk on the Starry Night (8)
Two mountains.
The terrain split the valley—one of the rare fertile places in the Demon Realm.
One of the mountains was made up of over a dozen peaks, and the one on the left had been split in a straight vertical line from the summit down.
It was caused by a dark blue flame that had suddenly flared up about half a shichen ago.
Ash-gray stone dust rose like mist and began slowly settling.
And just then, another enormous sword strike was unleashed.
Unlike the flame from earlier that had vertically split the mountain in half, this time, it was a single horizontal strike that sliced through one of the peaks.
For a split second, the blade flashed—like a compressed cluster of stars—and vanished.
"Ahahahahahaha—!"
It was, quite literally, a thunderous roar of laughter.
The man who had launched the sword strike didn’t bother hiding his mood. His laughter was laced with unfiltered delight.
“You bastard, Blood King! Are you still alive? Or did you die alone in your # Nоvеlight # own territory?”