C305 Shushan dead hand

Xiao Feng stood on the shoulder of a Demon Clan, looked at the distant flying sword, and couldn't help but frown. At first, Xiao Feng had not noticed it, but now, he realized that there was no one left alive among the Mount Shu disciples. Even the Demon Clan that had yet to take form could not even be compared to small beasts, they were completely incapable of harming them