The Last Demon Slayer

"I said," above the tower, the white-haired man licked his fingers. "The world has long forgotten that there are monsters in this world, and they don't even remember that there were people who killed monsters." "Your duties have been forgotten by the world, so why do you have to work so hard to perform them and oppose me everywhere?" The cold wind blew open the wide cuffs, and under the silver moonlight, the man's nails gradually turned a bone-cold color, and began to grow at an incredible speed, forming sharp iron-like blades. "You are wrong. Even if there is no demon slayer, you must die!" Gu Chengfei swiped at his waist, and the shining sword fell into his hand. "Cut!" With a sneer and no more reply, the sharp claws turned into white light, and the man flew towards the ancient city.