His back moved, and he regenerated two arms, spreading them sideways to the left and right. With one hand, he held the demon knife that Ning Feiyan was slashing with, and with the other strong hand, he strangled the back of her neck.

The blade penetrated into the muscle and cut the flesh, but failed to break the bone.

This winged demon actually caught her knife with his bare hands, and Ning Feiyan was shocked to realize that he might have encountered a king-level existence among the winged demons.

Sure enough, the voice of the man behind him slowly sounded: "I have long heard that the Lord of Four Rivers was seriously injured by the poison of the Hydra tribe. Today's battle is indeed true."

In the past, even if he was the king of the winged demons, even if he had the means of sneak attack, facing a real overlord like the Demon Realm River Lord, how could he dare to fight her in close combat?

Even at this moment, he did not dare to talk nonsense to Ning Feiyan for fear of something unexpected happening.

His wings spread out and fell down, as if he was preparing to wrap Ning Feiyan completely into his body and slowly eat away at it.

Ning Feiyan sensed his intention, her eyes turned cold, and when she looked back, the pair of wings that were wrapping around her were instantly blown away by the wind like dandelions of snow.

Without warning...

A look of pain and panic slowly appeared in Wing Demon's slowly widening vertical pupils. He seemed to be completely unable to understand what had just happened.

The palm holding the back of Ning Feiyan's neck seemed to be out of control and became cold and weak.

Ning Feiyan slowly turned around and looked at him straightly. She saw a thin red line of blood sloping from his shoulders to his waist and abdomen. The blood filled his eyes bit by bit, and the Wing Demon's eyes were filled with blood.

The corpse insect twisting in the middle also seemed to have been drained of life in an instant and fell into silence.

His body was cut open, the incision was like a mirror, and his upper body slid down diagonally.

"Ahhh..." Winged Demon uttered hoarse syllables on the verge of death. His six arms were reluctantly shaking in mid-air, as if they wanted to hold onto something.

But the six stretched out arms quickly decomposed into tiny blood clots during his movements, and the scattered blood clots decomposed into smaller blood beads. The blood beads turned into blood mist, and finally disappeared completely.

The head of the Winged Demon just disappeared.

Through the crimson blood mist, Ning Feiyan saw Bailian standing on the top of the city with a gun. The umbrella of the gun umbrella in his hand rotated slowly, and one of the umbrella leaves flickered with light threads.

The life force of the winged demon slowly returned.

A blood-colored vein suddenly appeared on the umbrella surface, which was as bright as a film.

The death of the Winged Demon General made the remaining gryphon legions furious. They lost control instantly and even ignored the orders of the evil cavalry. They roared and swarmed up to kill them like crazy.

Bailian glanced at the umbrella surface sideways, and found the corresponding runes on the umbrella surface and the gun body with extreme ease.

He touched the runes lightly with his fingers, pouring spiritual power into them. The thirty-six umbrella leaves slowly rotated, and a purple spear intention was pointed at the line of runes on the corresponding umbrella leaves like a pointer.

The umbrella leaves then froze, and an indescribable huge, far-reaching, indifferent, and cruel aura spread into everyone's heart, shocking them to the point of freezing their spiritual platform, as if they had suddenly fallen into the endless void.

The floating lines of faint purple light stretched out like the tentacles of death, piercing the bodies of more than a thousand cavalrymen in the sky.

The thread of light is extremely thin and long. It penetrates as fast as lightning and closes in an instant. The picture is extremely soft and gentle, and there is no blood. Only when it closes, the tip of the thread gently pulls out a little blood. Even if this heavenly umbrella can kill people, it can't.

It reveals an elegant and delicate aesthetic of killing.
Chapter completed!