Colorless blood dripped down the green sword body like water drops, hitting the golden sand, and was absorbed cleanly by the thirsty sand, leaving no trace of being wet. When the wind blows, the sand that has just drunk enough water scatters easily, as if it has never absorbed any blood. It is so light and weightless.
"Look, the life of a demon is the same as the life of a human being. They are both so insignificant in front of heaven and earth. Just wind and sand can easily erase your past existence." With a soft and indifferent voice, the green sword was separated from the body where it was originally inserted, and more colorless blood spilled on the ground.