The Sea of Skeletons had long since been blasted to smithereens.
Gu Qingshan raced onward.
Blood swept behind him like a crimson wind, dragging a streak of red across the ground littered with shattered bones and wreckage.
He struck.
He struck.
He struck without pause.
Any monster that lunged at him was wrapped in Sword Aura dozens of times larger than itself and cut down on the spot.
Only the truly powerful monsters could slow Gu Qingshan down, if only for a moment.
—He would stop and suppress them with the True Crimson Demon Spear, allowing Mount Sumeru to convert their power.
Unbeknownst to him, he had already returned to the front lines lost by the Human Race.
Countless humanoid monsters were resting here.
They had human faces, but the bodies of beasts or insects.
The higher-ranking commanders were the complete opposite. They had the heads of evil spirits, human bodies, and suits of armor.
"Who goes there?" a patrolling monster shouted.
There was no answer.
Gu Qingshan tossed the True Crimson Demon Spear into the air and gripped his swords with both hands.
"Ugh—aaaargh!"
A howl brimming with agony burst from his throat.
Like a falling star, he plunged straight into the enemy ranks.
Boom!
Sword energy surged like an avalanche.
His twin swords flashed up and down, and in an instant, he had struck seven times.
The void trembled. A Thunder Dragon wreathed in lightning soared into the sky.
Behind it, nine more Thunder Dragons followed close behind, charging into the heavens together.
Heavenly Dragons Soar!
"Die—every last one of you!"
Blood qi shrouded Gu Qingshan's entire body as he spat out those words.
The ten Thunder Dragons came crashing down at once!
Countless bolts of lightning ravaged the ranks of the demons and ghosts.
Screams rang out