The Scarlet Robed Youth

On the eastern mountain range...

After the crazed awakening of the Xiantian demons, he became stuck in the clash of two herds of demons.

One were a group of sickly Silver Maned Lions and the other were Green Eyed Panthers. The auras of even the least powerful were at the half step Houtian.

This scarlet robed youth with a cultivation of early stage Spirit Condensation wore a cold gaze towards the incoming creatures.

ROAR!

Their simultaneous howls seeped through the environment, reverberating into his ears. The youth wore an emotionless look as his indifferent gaze towards the roaring pack of demons.

He made a move with his sword within his reach going through a trajectory.

Purgatorial Strike

He launched the exact same attack he had once unleashed with a gentle roar. His clothes drifted in the wind as he struck out.