That brief clash just now had been heart-stopping. Zhou Mou and the eighteen Thousand Commanders under his command had fought valiantly; the battle had been extraordinarily brutal, and the casualties grievous.
Not counting the wounded, fewer than ten remained standing and able to continue fighting.
Among them, Zhou You had performed most brilliantly. He was the least senior Thousand Commander, not even a member of the hereditary imperial guards of the Zhonglang Zhou Clan, yet he had stood out among his colleagues and struck the peak Calamity Demon first.
When Zhou Mou later cleaved the demon creature in two, he had merely pressed the advantage upon the foundation Zhou You had laid, achieving the final, decisive blow.
But the situation had only improved slightly.
After being split in two, the Calamity Demon's halves stuck back together with a casual touch. Even the supposedly fatal saber wound had been less effective than scraping an itch.
"Behind!"
Another tide of saber light swept forth from Zhou Mou, surrounding the peak Calamity Demon from all directions. Faint thunder rumbled, and frost raced across the roof tiles.
In an instant, rocks shattered and the heavens were startled, the earth shook and mountains swayed. The entire city within the city seemed to have been placed upon a chopping block.
Only then did Zhou You see that this general was unmistakably a renowned saber master. His style was even comparable to the saber technique of the tiger corpse on Dayin Mountain.
Well, that comparison was not quite appropriate. The tiger corpse was now a Martial Force, while this man was a genuine Grandmaster; they were not easily compared.
Yet using his own attainments with the Tiger Head Saber as a reference, Zhou You could see that Zhou Mou's saber technique truly possessed something transcendent.
But the