Chapter 392: Heart-Piercing Technique!

In the Great Demon Realm, demonic energy churned in rolling waves, blotting out the sky. "Rustle, rustle, rustle…" Gordon Yale advanced on Aeron Gromme, who had been blasted away. He looked like an unrivaled demon god, the Soul Breaker Sword in hand, his face stripped of all emotion. The gale whipped at him. His long black hair snapped and streamed, and his blood-red cloak flared like it had drunk its fill, making him seem even more tyrannical, even more unrestrained. The ground that Vireon...