Inside the fortress.
As they watched Yang Jing's retreating figure, every Demon Cult Follower trembled inwardly.
This man was terrifying, like a ferocious beast in human form. Wherever he went, no one could withstand him, and nothing could bar his way.
Yet despite their fear, these Demon Cult martial artists dared not retreat.
Experts of their Sacred Cult still held command within the fortress, which was also an important foundation of the Sacred Cult in Jintai Prefecture.
If it fell, death would be their only fate.
And so, countless mechanisms fired at once, while rank after rank of guards attacked in a frenzy.
Sabers, spears, swords, and halberds struck together, with poisonous smoke, hidden arrows, pit traps, and Soul-Locking Chains appearing in endless succession.
The entire fortress was mobilized, every killing move pouring down upon Yang Jing alone.
Yet none of this did anything to hinder his advance. They were mantises raising their forelegs against a chariot.
Yang Jing had now entered the true qi realm. His strength had soared, and both his body and internal qi had undergone a complete transformation, far beyond anything he possessed in the qi-nourishing realm.
Throughout Jintai Prefecture, true qi realm martial artists were towering figures, powerful enough to establish sects and rule over their own domains.
Even among the Five Great Sects, they ranked as elite experts. Ordinary transforming strength and qi-devouring realm martial artists were no different from ants before him.
He swept forward, his steps steady and unhurried.
Terrifying internal qi, surging and pure, slowly coursed over his body, occasionally erupting into a pale golden shield of true qi, supple as steel and solid as iron.
The saber qi, fist force, hidden weapons, and poisonous arts hurled at him by the Demon Cult martial artists dissolved the instant they struck that