The Demon Island's Massacre

"What a good blade! It's really a good blade."

After the Demon Island's Protective Formation Spell was destroyed by a single blade strike, Yang Ling looked at the Magical Beast Army and rebellious Sea Tribes that swarmed into the island before he looked at the frightened Demon Island's defenders that retreated while they fought.

Yang felt quite high-spirited, and he flicked the Battle Blade in his hand softly. Soon after, as a swooshing sound echoed out, he charged toward the old witch's location.

"Obstruct him! Hurry up and obstruct that Great Demon King." The old witch was ashen-faced, and she shouted at the top of her throat. She ordered the old monsters next to her to charge at the enemy before she retreated quickly along with the last tens Sea Dragon and the numerous personal Guards. She ran toward the Demon Castle atop the mountain.

That was the Sea Demon Tribe's lair, and it was also the Demon Island's last defensive line.