The battlefield, where the slaughter had raged like a blazing fire, was quenched by the downpour.
Rain poured in torrents. With the rear of the demon tide severed by the rain of swords, the charge lost its reinforcements. Aided by the sword qi from the battlements, the defenders, who had been forced to fight while retreating step by step, suddenly held their ground.
The Xia Family's battle flags flew once more above the walls that had been submerged beneath the torrent of demons.
The pressure on every soldier abruptly eased. Once the demons before them were slain, sometimes no more came to take their place.
They were stunned, staring in disbelief at the reversal unfolding before their eyes.
"This... this is..."
"Who's directing the swords? Who's saving us?!"
"We're... saved?"
All the troops and the Aristocratic Family Army, including the martial sects temporarily conscripted into service, stared blankly beyond the defensive line.
Outside the line had become a purgatory. Countless streams of sword qi pierced down, and demons fell amid agonized howls.
The great demons of the three immortalities realm curled their massive bodies and tried to flee into the distance, but they were like moths struggling in a downpour. Soon, the rain of swords engulfed them too, sending them plummeting, never to make another sound.
"Who is that..."
At the center of the line, Xia Changkong, the Commander Marshal directing the battle at the Second Defense Line, looked up with shock written across his face.
Beneath that great river of sword qi, he saw a youth seated on the back of a crimson flame demon. Energy streamed from his body like snow-white mist, visible to the naked eye, surging into the sword tide overhead before becoming endless sword qi that swept down.
Beside the youth stood their Xia Family