Demonic army formation.
On the flagship.
Young Master Suili used the voice transmission formation to contact the cultivators aboard the other warships.
"Hold the formation steady!
"Those old fools Feng Qingyan and the others were never a match for my Eighth Uncle and the rest.
"Add the ghost mist to the mix, and before long, they'll be defeated one by one. When the time comes, heed my command and breach the Great Wall of Demon Suppression in one stroke!"
"Rest assured, Young Master. We understand!"
An elderly Golden Core Cultivator clasped his fists. "This time, we will certainly breach Guangren Dao, then break the whole with a single point and destroy the entire Great Wall of Demon Suppression, wiping out all thirty-six sects of Tianshui."
"Mm."
Young Master Suili nodded. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly sensed an anomaly in the distance.
Immediately afterward, a member of the Ancient Demon Race hurried over to report, "Young Master, this is bad! The people of Tianshui Continent are attacking!"
"What are you panicking for?"
Young Master Suili rebuked him. "How many are there?"
"One!"
The cultivator replied.
"What did you say?"
Suspecting he had misheard, Young Master Suili pressed, "How many?"
"Only one person."
The cultivator repeated, "That Tianwu from the Eastern Continent."
Young Master Suili shoved him aside, then piloted the warship forward. After parting the dense Black Mist, he saw a streak of light drawing near from afar before finally stopping in front of their army.
Towering flames dispersed the ghost mist. A six-armed, golden-bodied deity stood suspended in the air.
"Emperor Tianwu of Great Han, here to Breach the Formation!"
His voice spread across a hundred li!
"He really came alone?"
Young Master Suili observed carefully and confirmed that no one followed behind the enemy.