As soon as these words were spoken, White Crane Supreme knew that a path to survival had appeared for himself and his race.
"Why did we fail?"
"Among the million Human Sword Cultivators, there were beings approaching the Ninth Tribulation Supreme—and possibly more than one!"
"Ya Zi,"
White Crane Supreme said calmly, "Don't stand there shouting at me, calling everyone trash. If you had gone up there, you would have died too. Human Sword Cultivators are famously skilled at sword battles, slaughter, and escape."
"Not to mention, these Human Sword Cultivators are exceptionally good at hiding."
Beings approaching the Ninth Tribulation Supreme!
Human Sword Cultivators approaching the Ninth Tribulation Supreme!
The surrounding supremes of the myriad races caught their breath.
They found it difficult to believe.
How could such beings be casually thrown onto a battlefield behind enemy lines? Shouldn't they have been placed on the main battlefield, holding back the True Dragon Fortune Immortal Dynasty's army as it surged forward like mountains collapsing and seas overturning?
"Sword Cultivators approaching the Ninth Tribulation Supreme..."
Ya Zi Supreme's expression turned somewhat ugly as he accepted the jade slip White Crane Supreme handed over.
Over several tens of thousands of years, Bright-Eyed Supreme, Tingxie Supreme, and the others had led their armies down with the force of Mount Tai crushing everything beneath it. They had effortlessly wiped out several hundred thousand Human Sword Cultivators, sweeping them away like autumn wind scattering fallen leaves.
Then they had fallen into a predicament.
Every Sword Cultivator who had survived the encirclement until now possessed extraordinarily powerful escape abilities. When the army came, they fled; when the army left, they returned to kill. They were cunning and shameless.
How terrifying were these Human Sword Cultivators appearing across the various starfields?
One person, one sword—enough to destroy