Three minutes into this sudden invasion war, a vast and majestic law pulse came rushing over from an extremely distant place.
That single pulse triggered dozens of terrifying law storms. They converged and charged toward the Heavenly Dao Barrier bridgehead already occupied by Zhang Yang's side.
"It's a Law Heavenly God! And one of the war-type."
Zhang Yang was startled. Even though he had long imagined what it would look like when a Law Heavenly God went all out, he now discovered that his imagination had still been far too impoverished.
The other side was clearly enraged beyond measure. This attack was so furious that it did not even care about its own allies and subjects.
The moment these dozens of law storms formed, not a single living creature within a hundred thousand kilometers could hope to survive. Even demigod-level creatures would be doomed.
"Retreat!"
Fortunately, the Heavenly Dao Maiden immediately issued the order to temporarily fall back and retreat. Otherwise, in just three seconds, the tens of thousands of Mahayana sword cultivators who had charged down earlier would all have died without a single survivor. Even the Law Mahayana would have met the same fate.
It was at times like this that one could see the tremendous advantage of the sword cultivator profession.
At the front line, the enemy had already rapidly assembled more than five thousand demigods, led by two Heavenly Gods as they resisted the assault of the Assault Sword Formation.
Once the retreat order was issued, aside from their four Law Demigods, who stayed behind to restrain the two enemy Heavenly Gods, the remaining Mahayana sword cultivators immediately disengaged. They switched to the Sword-Controlling Sword Formation in an instant and flapped their wings—no, they were countless times faster than flapping wings. In the blink of an