Guo Li just grabbed the bamboo bone frame, and the Magic Artifact soared into the air with a buzzing sound, so fast that the wind roared in his ears, and his hair was wildly blown.
The night wind, carrying a strong scent of blood, rushed toward him. He looked down and saw a few ghostly green flames flashing through the forest below—seven or eight demon creatures with human faces and spider bodies were dragging sacks as they rushed along, and a red shoe embroidered with mandarin ducks protruded from one of the sacks.
Households Commander Zuo flung out the Nine-Ring Saber, and the Demon Suppression Talisman wrapped around the blade exploded with a bang, unleashing a powerful force like a cannonball, flipping two Spider Demons to the ground.
The foul-smelling Demon Blood splattered on the sack, corroding a twisted human face on it, as if narrating endless suffering.
