C381 An Anomaly Is a Demon

The blade tore through the old wound of the cold wind, and took the golden leaves by the hand to step on the elegant waltz in the air. The fresh blood rubbed against the fluff on the back of the fallen leaves, leaving a straight line of even smaller blood droplets, which flowed through the jade ribbon like clear spring water.

The blood-curdling screech was choked in the middle of his throat