A wonder falling down from heaven! A boy possessed by strange blood! Gods tremble! Demons flee! A boy from the land of Dong Zhou. A pink skull as his sworn friend until death. A story of a determined warrior struggling for power. A legend that shakes the galaxy and disturbs the worlds of god, demon and man.
"Ah! Ah!"
Two spine-chilling screams burst forth. The two relatively weaker disciples of the Dark moon Cult were struck by the sword-shadows, and fell into a pool of blood.
The other two disciples were relatively stronger. So, they promptly stimulated their magic tools and magic charms, and resisted the attacks. And, they only sustained a few injuries as a result. So, they again broke into a run, and galloped far into the distance.
Whiz whiz!
But then, two black arrow-lights flashed past, and rendered the two men's escape impossible. The vulture-tailed arrows pierced through their bodies, and nailed them to the ground. They struggled for a moment. Then, their breathing stopped.