C1308 Fighting the Remnant Soul of the Demon Race

In the distance, the corpse of the devil was still there.

With a loud bang, Yang Xuan flew out from midair and landed heavily on the ground. A mouthful of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He struggled to get up. The Black Dragon Horn that the Sword Qi had landed on his hand had helped him recover his energy.

Not far away, the Devil Clan's remnant soul was still staring at him