The Savage Demon Race had to make way.
What was more, the commander had plainly declared his intent to face the Yin Guan in single combat. He had already spurred his horse into the formation, and the Caiyi woman's drumbeat shifted rhythm accordingly.
For a time, the Savage Demon Race Army's originally dense formation was like snow struck by a red-hot iron block, melting away with astonishing speed.
Only because the Yin Guan tore through the formation too quickly, those who could not evade the path of that blue-robed figure dragging his spear behind him—thousands upon thousands of Savage Demon Race soldiers—were struck head-on by his fist aura and instantly shattered, bodies and souls, armor and weapons alike. Those who block me die!
Then came the next layer of hundreds of formation soldiers, all of whom were merely picked into the air by the Yin Guan's spear. The light trailing from the spear writhed like a roaming flood dragon, shaving away layer after layer of the formation, thinning it further and further. The Demon Race retreated faster and faster to either side. A few hidden Earth Immortals who found the ranks too crowded and hurriedly employed escape arts were casually jabbed from afar by the spear, exploding midair into blossoms of blood mist. Those skilled in arts die!
The Demon Race Army's formation resembled a bolt of silk forcibly torn apart, the rip widening ever further.
A small group of Demon Race Cultivators, believing they had already avoided the edge of the blade, panted heavily at the edge of that tear and glanced back at the blue-robed figure. They never expected a spear-light wrapped in immense aura to sweep over the next instant, picking them off one by one. Those who see me die!
In the distance, the commander of