The familiar voice reached Ji Fengyan's ears and she widened her eyes in disbelief at the demon that her sword had penetrated through.
This voice… belonged to Yang Shun!
Ji Fengyan stared straight at the demon that had fallen to the ground.
"Sorry… I could not… help…" A huge amount of blood spewed out from the demon's mouth. Probably because it was nearing death, the uncontrollable madness within its body had dissipated. Its eyes were no longer vicious and hideous, instead, it had the humility and helplessness that Ji Fengyan was familiar with.
"Yang… General Yang…" Ji Fengyan instantly sucked in a breath of cold air.
How did this happen?!
How could this demon be Yang Shun!
A conjecture hit Ji Fengyan and she instinctively wanted to remove the sword to check the demon's injuries.
But it used its own hands to hold on to the sword with all its might and did not give Ji Fengyan any chance to remove it.
