C680 Devil Chief Descended

Moxiao was paralyzed, forced to watch as his body was relentlessly torn apart by the raging sword qi storm.

The agony of being shredded inch by inch was driving him to the brink of madness.

It wasn't just his flesh; even his soul was being obliterated.

Ye Xu observed Moxiao, ensnared within the vortex of sword qi, a flicker of astonishment crossing his face