The silver robed youth was none other than Zhao Yin who looked extremely confident in his power.
He hadn't really brought out a weapon or perhaps the luxurious and expensive fan in his hand could be called that...
A steady stream of black light imbued with pure darkness shot out from every point and blanketed the space around him.
Each time a Demon General approached, they would be suffocated to death from the choking black rays.
This sort of leisurely but deadly killing made Zhao Yin even more dreadful just as the asura like Ming Shan and the hideous Xiao Ming.
His path ahead was clear but stacked behind were mounds of Demon Generals' corpses.
SCREECH!
A fierce looking Blood Feathered Eagle made a sweep in Zhao Yin's direction.
His fan's blade thrust through its talons but was met with resistance.