With her hands holding onto the sword, Ji Fengyan stood at the forefront of the army and looked at the demon covered in injuries and almost dying. The struggling look on the demon disappeared the instant it stood up as it stared ferociously at the sword in Ji Fengyan's hands.
That sword had once belonged to Yang Shun.
Linghe, who had followed closely behind Ji Fengyan, was about to lead his men to kill the demon when Ji Fengyan suddenly raised her hands and stopped them.
"General?" Linghe was slightly taken aback as he spoke.
But Ji Fengyan only frowned as she looked at the demon that had a strange expression.
She had never seen that demon before but it felt oddly familiar to her. The eyes of the demon gave her a feeling of resemblance.
"Hold on, it did not seem to have any intentions on attacking us," Ji Fengyan said in a low voice.
