Zhang Yang appeared unhurriedly, dragging a cart piled high with wooden spears.
This manner of entering the scene was truly at odds with the popularity he enjoyed. Even Li Hanqiu, a disciple of the Great Dream Sword Sect whose eyes had briefly lit with hope, was disappointed. He had thought that anyone capable of facing Demon Commander Huang Gu head-on would at least be at the Golden Core Stage.
But now—are you sure you didn't come out here to die?
Li Hanqiu still had that much discernment. He was a sword cultivator genius who had unlocked seven heavenly meridians, while Zhang Yang was a fake sword cultivator who did not even possess a sword.
Demon Commander Huang Gu on the opposite side, however, did not dare to be careless. At most, it took a cautious attitude, so it could not even be bothered to go through the motions of verbal intimidation. It merely snorted and launched a full-scale attack.
At this moment, twelve Demon Generals under Demon Commander Huang Gu's command remained at the Foundation Establishment Stage. The rest consisted of several hundred transcendent-level Demon Soldiers, assisted by ghost slaves. The moment the attack began, flying sand and rolling stones filled the air, while black clouds blotted out the sun.
Anyone without some real ability would have been frightened stiff by this display alone. Moreover, the Demon Soldiers and ghost slaves attacked from all directions. It looked nothing short of utterly hopeless.
But that did not include Zhang Yang or the heavily wounded Li Hanqiu of the Great Dream Sword Sect.
Li Hanqiu, however, could barely protect himself at that moment. He did not care about the casualties among ordinary people; he simply kept his eyes fixed on Demon Commander Huang Gu. Though severely wounded, he was still someone no