Human Sword Cultivators began to flee.
A sword cultivator's life was one of forging swords, training with swords, slaughter, and flight.
Unlike many stereotypes, this inheritance was not one that blindly bashed its head against a wall. Once things became impossible and the chance of victory had fallen to zero percent, they fled faster and fiercer than rabbits, carrying something of the cicada that sensed autumn before the autumn wind had even stirred.
A sword cultivator who was not good at fleeing was not an outstanding sword cultivator.
Only a few breaths had passed.
The Heavenly Court battlefield, where the fighting had reached a frenzy, had already come to an end. All the sword cultivators had slipped away, fleeing madly, each one fighting for their life.
At the same time, the most terrible casualties appeared.
In all battles, the greatest casualties did not occur during deadlocked frontal slaughter, but when one side collapsed and the victorious side pursued the fleeing enemy!
The Human Sword Cultivators had not collapsed; they had fled in an orderly fashion.
But that could not conceal the fact that they were fleeing.
The supreme divine army of the Daughter of Heaven Weaver Divine Court and the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals of the Heavenly Court instantly had their morale surge. They pursued closely at their heels, achieving tremendous results in a short time.
Great numbers of Human Sword Cultivators were buried here, their blood staining the starry sky.
Sword cultivators killed; sword cultivators won.
Sword cultivators failed; sword cultivators died.
This was the immutable heavenly principle of the Endless Starry Sky, a mandate of fate plain for all to see.
Supreme Great Sun Heavenly Palace.
"Your Majesty,"
"The first test has been completed."
Empress Fusang, who oversaw the Dao Court's many military and governmental affairs, said