He roared in anger, pouncing towards a group of demonic souls. With a swipe of his tiger claws, he tore apart the soul bodies of several demonic souls.
A demonic soul curse master muttered incantations, countless black curse runes flying towards him. The Half-Beast Bright King couldn’t dodge in time, hit by the runes. Black smoke immediately rose from his body, intense pain coming from the wounds.
“Despicable!”
The Half-Beast Bright King roared in fury, enduring the pain forcefully, pouncing towards the demonic soul wizard, tearing it apart with one claw.
But he himself, due to excessive spiritual power consumption, staggered, nearly falling to the ground.
On the battlefield, flesh and blood flew everywhere, corpses piling up like mountains.
The human and beast race cultivators fell one by one, blood dyeing the earth red, converging into red streams, flowing into the distance.
The mountain ranges of the Sixth Heaven collapsed continuously in the fierce battle, huge rocks rolling down from the peaks, smashing many cultivators and demonic souls to death.
Rivers were dyed red with blood, fish and shrimp turning belly up. The entire world teetered on the brink in this melee, as if it could be destroyed at any moment.
Wu Hao stood at the rear of the camp, watching the constantly falling cultivators, his heart feeling as if cut by knives. He knew that continuing this hard fight would only lead to total annihilation. They must find a way to break the deadlock quickly.
“Catch the thief by catching the king first!”
A ruthless glint flashed in Wu Hao’s eyes. He turned to Wuji Daoist and Chen Ping beside him, saying, “As long as we kill Soul Devourer Venerable, the demonic soul army will be leaderless and naturally collapse without attack! Let’s charge together and kill him!”
“Good!”
Wuji Daoist nodded, waving his horsetail whisk. White spiritual power swept away the surrounding demonic souls like sharp swords. “Follow me!”
Chen Ping gripped the Dragon Slaying Sword tightly, golden light flashing on the sword body, emitting a rich sacred aura.
He followed behind Wu Hao and Wuji Daoist, swinging the Dragon Slaying Sword. Every strike could cleave several demonic souls, carving a bloody path through the dense demonic souls.
A demonic soul tried to sneak attack Wu Hao from the side. Chen Ping, with quick eyes and hands, slashed it in two with one sword, its soul body dissipating instantly.
“Want to kill this seat? Wishful thinking!”
Soul Devourer Venerable quickly noticed their intent, sneering coldly, shouting to those behind him, “Matchless Two Elders, stop them!”
As his words fell, two figures rushed out from the demonic soul ranks like ghosts, landing in front of Soul Devourer Venerable.
These were two white-haired elders, dressed in grey daoist robes, faces covered in wrinkles, eyes sharp as falcons.
Each held a long sword in hand, sword qi emanating coldly from the blades. They were Soul Devourer Venerable’s most capable assistants, the Matchless Divine Swords.
“Your opponents are us!”
The elder on the left spoke coldly, his voice piercing like寒 ice.
He waved his long sword, a sharp sword qi shooting towards Wu Hao like lightning, tearing the air wherever it passed.
“Come on!”
Wuji Daoist showed no panic, flicking his horsetail whisk. White spiritual power condensed into a thick light shield, blocking in front of Wu Hao.
With a “bang” of enormous sound, the sword qi collided with the light shield, stirring up waves of spiritual power. A crack appeared on the light shield, and Wuji Daoist was shaken back two steps.
The elder on the right, seeing this, also launched an attack.
He danced his long sword, countless tiny sword qi shooting towards Chen Ping like a storm, each containing powerful force.
Chen Ping’s eyes focused, the Dragon Slaying Sword waving quickly in his hand, forming a golden sword net, blocking all the sword qi completely.
The crisp “ding ding dang dang” sounds rang incessantly. Those sword qi hit the Dragon Slaying Sword, all resolved by the sacred power, dissipating in the air.
“What a divine sword!”
A glint of greed flashed in the right elder’s eyes. “Kid, leave the sword, and this old man can spare your life!”
“If you have the ability, come take it yourself!”
Chen Ping sneered coldly, leaping up. The Dragon Slaying Sword, carrying golden light, slashed towards the elder like startling thunder.
The elder dared not be careless, hurriedly waving his sword to block.
