Yang Jian nodded, solemnly saying, "The Demon Clan is more troublesome than we imagined."
...
On the battlefield, 'Yang Chan' rushed to the front of Yang Jiao, a cruel glint flashing in her eyes, "Die for me!" The short blade in her hand suddenly thrust out.
Yang Jiao abruptly raised his hand, a rune shining in his palm, his finger flicking lightly, clang~ a Divine Light splashed out, immediately deflecting the short blade.
'Yang Chan' narrowed her eyes, suddenly feeling an overwhelming power sealing the surrounding void, a giant hand tightly gripping her neck, a vast force continuously impacting her Magic Power.
"Cough, cough~" 'Yang Chan' coughed with difficulty, eyes widened in disbelief, "Didn't I already hit him with my Magic? How can he still fight back? No magic in the Demon Realm can be easily dismissed."
'Yang Chan' said painfully, "Brother, you killed me once, will you kill me a second time?"
