The long sword pierced through Alex’s heart.

The middle-aged man seemed to be taken aback.

It was too simple and weak.

That was it? This was the Demon Lord?

Trash!

As a result…

Whoosh!

He felt a hint of pain in his body, and half a bone sword protruded from his own heart.

There was a look of disbelief on the middle-aged man’s face as he incredulously stared at his chest.

Fresh blood dripped from the bone sword.

He turned around and was met with Alex’s face.

“H-How… is that possible?”