Break! Break! Break!
Every defense was utterly unable to withstand a single blow. Black light swept past like a meteor shower, and the sky above suddenly fell silent...
Many people instinctively looked up. Thirteen figures had lost all momentum and slowly drifted down... The black meteor shower that had pierced through them came to a silent halt. The sword points turned, then abruptly accelerated and shot back into the heavens. The thirteen figures trembled violently in midair before being riddled through once more. Blood rained down as the thirteen figures plunged miserably from the sky...
Yue Qianchou stared below without expression. The black streaks that had returned to the sky seemed to have completed their mission, darting back into his two sleeves like a swarm of locusts.
"No..." Luo Qingtian howled in grief, his heart and guts splitting apart as he stared wide-eyed at the thirteen falling figures. Then he suddenly felt a chill in his chest and slowly lowered his head. In his momentary distraction and carelessness, the flying swords of several Myriad Demon Palace Nascent Soul Realm disciples had actually pierced through his chest. Blood poured down in an endless stream...
All Daluo Sect disciples stared at the thirteen falling figures, their faces turning deathly pale in an instant. They suddenly felt that all their sacrifices, all their efforts, had lost their meaning in that single moment...
The Daluo Sect disciples were stunned, but the Myriad Demon Palace and Wangyue Sect disciples who had killed until their eyes were red would not show mercy. This was the perfect chance to slaughter their enemies, the perfect chance to avenge their fellow disciples. How could they let it slip away? Almost without hesitation, they struck ruthlessly. The trailing light of flying swords intertwined into a net, stabbing out **one delicate,