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?”