Chapter 1143 – Fighting the Demon Commander (2/2)

The Demon Commander jumped into the sky. With a flip of her hands, she gripped a blade.

This was a massive, curved blade.

The blade gleamed, but its edge was lined with condensed darkness.

No one could have expected a dwarf like her to wield this curved blade as a weapon. So exaggerated was its size that it was more than three times her height!

The Demon Commander fell from the sky, the curved blade in her hands slicing at Wang Po!

Wang Po flipped his hand and pulled out his blade, his forearm straightening. Just like on the Luo River, he slashed with his blade!

Boom!

There was a massive explosion.

The darkness that had crept out from the valley suddenly swayed like a black curtain or an inky sea.

Several thousand plumes of dust rose from the cliffs and plains.

For a radius of several hundred li around the battlefield, the human and demon soldiers all covered their ears in shock, expressions of pain on their faces.

Even though all their eyes were red from bloodlust, they were forced to stop fighting for a moment.

And for the two-hundred-some wolf cavalry closest to the clash, they were jolted to death before they even had time to yelp!

The Demon Commander was jolted back to Mount Nuorilang, where she neatly returned to her seat amidst the Mountain-toppling Fiend's coiled horns.

Rolling seven-hundred-some times through the air had left her complexion wan, though this was mostly obscured by her helmet and the designs and jewels embedded on it.

Wang Po landed back on the plains, ten-some unfathomably deep cracks spreading from his feet into the distance.

”HAHAHAHAHA!”

Hoarse and unpleasant laughter came out of the Demon Commander's helmet.

It was particularly brash and arrogant laughter. It almost felt like one could see the hideous smile on her face.

”Everyone says that you're a genius of the Human race that's not even guaranteed to appear once in a generation, but it seems to me that you're not much at all!”

Wang Po did not reply.

His hand was trembling.

A deep cut had been made on the edge of the blade.

Just who had lost?

Was it Wang Po?

The Demon Commander's laughter suddenly stopped.

There was a dull squelch.

It was the sound that the performers on the streets of the capital made when they spit fire…

Countless streams of blood gushed out from the chinks in her helmet.

It was extremely dark blood, dyed with a bizarre dark green.

For many years, some people had suspected that the Demon Commander was a member of the Imperial clan. Today, their conjectures finally received proof.

But why was her blood mixed with dark green?

For the moment, no one considered this question.

What had happened just now had left them speechless.

The Demon Commander had been so heavily injured that she vomited blood!

”You truly are very strong, perhaps even surpassing Bie Yanghong before his death.”

The Demon Commander's voice had deepened, but it was still just as unpleasant to hear.

”Although you are still no match for this commander, this commander must admit that it will be very difficult to kill you today.”

To the demons, killing Wang Po was even more important than killing the human commander-in-chief.

Since completing this mission was impossible, since she had also suffered significant injuries, what purpose was there in staying?

An order was issued from the peak of Mount Nuorilang to the plains. The wolf cavalry began to order themselves in preparation to pull back.

The Mount Li Sect Master glanced at Wang Po. Mao Qiuyu and Huai Ren also looked at Wang Po.

What they did next would depend on Wang Po's will.

As long as Wang Po nodded, the Mount Li Sect Master's Heaven Shrouding Sword would head to the summit of Mount Nuorilang.

Huai Ren was heavily injured, but she could probably delay that duke of Xuelao City who Mao Qiuyu had injured.

Mao Qiuyu's mission would be to keep the Third and Eighth Demon Generals on the plain.

If they did this, perhaps they really did have a chance to kill the Demon Commander.

It looked simple, but it was actually extremely complicated to pull off this switching of targets.

These human experts needed only a glance to decide upon this arrangement.

The wind blew against the cloth gown, causing it to flap in the air.

Wang Po did not nod, nor did he do anything else, not even the tiniest of twitches. He was like a stone statue.

He did not want to give any wrong signal to Mao Qiuyu and the others, because the consequences would be extremely severe.

Mao Qiuyu and the others understood what he meant. They were worried and regretful, but they still relaxed.

It was at this very moment that the darkness surging out from the valley suddenly thinned.

Because the sun in the sky had become incomparably bright!

A figure appeared in the blazing sunlight, crashing down toward the Demon Commander like a falling star.

The Prince of Xiang!

In his view, this was the best chance to kill the Demon Commander. No matter what, it could not be let go!

At this sight, Wang Po's expression instantly changed.