Lin Bai activated the Nine Revolution Sword Step, swiftly darting past one Demon Race member after another.
A flash of sword light, and he slew a Demon Race member outright!
"Who are you?"
"State your name!"
"Argh!"
"Don't kill me!"
"Hero, hero, this little demon knows his mistake! This little demon knows his mistake! Please, hero, don't kill me... Ah..."
The Demon Race members from the Seventy-Two Caves were suffering a frenzied assault!
The martial artists who had been caught in the melee moments ago and were already close to despair, waiting to die, suddenly discovered that someone had charged into the battlefield and was swiftly killing one Demon Race member after another!
"Not good!"
"There's an expert here!"
"Demon Race, retreat!"
In the blink of an eye, more than thirty Demon Race members had died beneath Lin Bai's sword.
The Seventy-Two Caves had brought more than fifty Demon Race members here this time. Yet in this brief moment, roughly thirty of them had been slain. How terrifying was that?
The remaining twenty-odd Demon Race members fled in all directions in utter disarray!
"They're running?"
"The Demon Race is running!"
"We won."
The martial artists on the mountain began cheering.
Nothing was more worthy of celebration than surviving a catastrophe.
Moreover, when they had seen Wu Qiu and Cai Yunqi flee in disarray just now, they had already despaired. They had prepared to wait for death and had even finished speaking their last words in their hearts.
But the battlefield could change in an instant.
The Demon Race members of the Seventy-Two Caves, who had just been advancing with overwhelming force, had now been slain by more than thirty in an instant, while the remaining twenty-odd had fled in utter disarray!
Whoosh—
Lin Bai's figure appeared on the mountain cliff.