"It's here, mister!"
Wang Ling saw the blaze that engulfed a town.
"Please he—" the boy did not get to finish his words when a gale of wind passed through.
Wang Ling moved, his eyes directed at the Abyssal Demon infected village, his sword did not have an ego, but it still hummed in the hands of a true Master.
Wang Ling became battle-ready; he did not rage he was silent; his eyes showed his concentration and then he reached his first target.
An elderly fell, she closed her accepting her fate, the old life she had led was about to come to an end.
Slash! CracK!
But then, the humanoid Demon before her was cut, its body turned to shadows before she could notice, a gust of wind passed through and she looked to the side. A man wearing white swiftly cutting through the men and women who had turned to Demons.