The monster was killed.
Wu Xiaode dragged its leg, and directly threw it into the mist outside the pavilion.
The black cat silently watched the scene, drawing another line on the ground.
It had drawn one when killing the female demon.
This was the second one.
"Are you counting?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"Yes, there are three ill-intentioned fellows in total, wanting to kill the man behind you and take his Immortal soul," the black cat said.
The mist outside the pavilion dispersed again.
A man with a short blade walked slowly towards them.
He wore a black mask and stared at Wu Xiaode as if ready to draw his blade at any moment.
"A swordsman, huh."
Wu Xiaode sighed and placed his hand on the Butterfly Soul blade.
"I'm curious, why are you protecting these immortals from a bygone era? You shouldn't be someone from this world," the masked swordsman said.
"There's no need to probe into where I come from. In any case, I can't let you kill him," Wu Xiaode said.
