Destruction

The Shatu man that was running toward Yan Liqiang had a strong build. The red flames from the bonfire reflected off his sinister face which glowed like a malicious devil. As the Shatu warrior ran toward him, Yan Liqiang noticed something special about the scimitar he was holding — it looked like a sickle. The palms of the Shatu warrior were pitch black and there was a strange metallic glow...

Yan Liqiang suddenly felt alert as he recalled the scene where he and the two disciples of the Wise Ruler Sect killed a Sacred Flame priest.

The Shatu person let out an angry roar. The sickle-like scimitar left his hand and flew toward Yan Liqiang like a stream of light from ten meters away.