Pu!
The Divine Demon Sword carved a brilliant arc through the air before ruthlessly piercing Dongfang Rui's skull.
Dongfang Rui's eyes widened in shock. If he raised his eyes slightly, he could see the swaying sword that was embedded in his head.
Ling Han had controlled his power extremely well, with the sword only just piercing Dongfang Rui's divine sense. In fact, the tip of the sword didn't even come out the other side of his head. Thus, the sword swayed up and down, and it looked as if it might fall out at any moment.
Dongfang Rui reached up to grab the Divine Demon Sword, yet the energy in his body was draining at an alarming rate. At this moment, he was even weaker than a three-year-old infant.