In but a moment, the demon army had already lost over a thousand, yet only a mere few dozen were able to ascend the Investiture of Gods.
The immortals of the Elucidation Sect used the Tai Chi Diagram to steady their formation. They might as well cast aside their own defenses, pouring out every magic treasure, divine ability, and incantation seal they possessed—at this moment, the demons and Interception Sect immortals were all targets, left to be struck and whittled down at will.
Another storm of blood and slaughter swept through. Hundreds of demon cultivators and Interception Sect disciples fell one after another, leaving no bones left.
Daoist Duobao's eyes split wide with rage as he threw back his head and howled. Four Sword Lights abruptly rose behind him: azure, red, yellow, and black, each chillingly sharp. Sword Qi crisscrossed like blades tearing the sky, while the killing intent grew impenetrably thick and rushed straight into the heavens.
The four Sword Lights tore through the air, swift as meteors falling into the world. Their radiance made cultivators across the field turn their heads, holding their breath in concentration.
"Four Swords of Zhu Xian!"
The light mist suddenly sank, and a fine rain fell soundlessly. Before the Sword Qi even arrived, its chill had already pierced to the bone. Myriad Killing Intent gathered and surged upward, condensing into several hideous demon generals as rosy clouds churned and scoured the void.
The four swords darted like lightning, their Sword Qi weaving and crossing—long or short, thick or thin; green as spring grass, red as coagulated blood, yellow as solid earth, or dark blue as an icy abyssal pool. Ten thousand streams of Sword Qi attacked simultaneously, merging into a net of destruction that descended over them.
Crash—
The void shattered inch by