C493 Refugee

"Die, you dog soldiers!"

With a furious roar, the demon summoned its strength and lunged at Chu Yun's chest with a deadly thrust.

But at such close range, if Chu Yun could be ambushed by a half-baked Daoist like this, he might as well just bash his head against a block of tofu.

Chu Yun deftly lifted his spear, and with a swift motion, the Spear Edge cut through the air