Su Fan leaned on that pitch-black greatsword, panting heavily, and stared dumbfounded at the stretch of mountains covering over a million li.
By now, his sword strike had carved a deep ravine hundreds of li long through the distant mountains.
The mountain valley containing the Starry Sky Gate of the Netherworld Realm had long since been utterly erased.
However, that single strike had nearly drained most of his qi, blood, and Spiritual Sense.
Although even Su Fan himself was terrified by the strike's power, he knew full well that with his current strength, he could unleash two strikes at most before his strength was completely exhausted.
Su Fan dispelled his Demonic Transformation, returned to his human form, and then rode the Ghost Crow at full speed toward Black Mountain Base.
I hope there's still time. Xiao Ning, you have to hold on.
At that moment, the walls of Black Mountain Base's fortress had already fallen. Xiao Ning had organized the surviving cultivators at the base and withdrawn into the inner city, where they were desperately resisting the endless onslaught of Demonic Beasts.
Although Xiao Ning and the others had fought with all their might, they still failed to hold the fortress walls of the base.
There was no helping it. The Netherworld Realm had changed its tactics this time and did not send its cannon-fodder legions to lead the assault.
This attack was spearheaded by forcibly downgraded Ninth-Order Great Demons. Behind them came densely packed eighth-order Demonic Beasts.
Even Xiao Ning was now standing on the front line. Since most of the cultivators had failed to withdraw earlier, there were severely too few people defending the inner city.
Xiao Ning had thrown out nearly every Ninth-tier Immortal Talisman in her possession, but she still could not halt the Netherworld Realm's