Stone Mountain Secret Realm.
On the ruined hillside, the dust gradually settled. Blood and shattered bones lay still among the wild grass and scattered rocks.
Yang Jing stood there, his gaze sweeping calmly across the ravaged battlefield, without the slightest ripple in his heart.
By killing Qi Shaohu, the fourth-ranked demon cultivator in Stone Mountain Secret Realm, he had uprooted the greatest scourge in this region.
But Stone Mountain Secret Realm covered a vast territory, and countless demonic remnants remained. The campaign to eradicate them was far from over.
He wasted no time. After briefly regulating his breathing and steadying his qi, he confirmed that he was in good condition and immediately changed direction. Fixing his sights on another demon cultivator stronghold deep within the secret realm, whose location had already been recorded, he moved. His Crossing the River movement technique unfolded once more, turning him into a streaking shadow as he raced without pause toward the next battlefield.
The wilderness stretched wide, wild forests ran on endlessly, and the mountain paths were rugged. Along the way, traces of battle appeared everywhere-broken weapons and dried bloodstains that testified to the danger and brutality of this campaign.
Yang Jing chased the wind like a fleeting shadow, traveling at tremendous speed as he pushed into the secret realm's heartland.
After following the mountain path for several miles and passing through a dense stretch of primeval wildwood, he suddenly spotted an orderly marching party on the trail ahead.
The party numbered more than thirty. Their formation was orderly, their auras concentrated, and every one of them was a battle-hardened martial cultivator. The leaders possessed deep, powerful qi, all genuine true qi peak experts. Their bearing was sharp, their murderous edge held in check. They appeared to be experts from the Heavenly Sword Sect,