"You're a Martial Dao cultivator?"
Leng Tianxing looked at the shoulder armor he was wearing and finally couldn't help asking.
Gu Qingshan didn't have time to answer. He pointed in one direction and asked, "Is that where we're headed?"
Leng Tianxing followed the direction of his finger and looked. "That's right."
In that direction, demons packed the land so tightly there wasn't even a place to set foot. They looked like an endless tide, like a sea.
Breaking out in that direction would inevitably mean a brutal fight to the death.
Gu Qingshan furrowed his brows.
He and Leng Tianxing were both good at dealing damage from a distance, but without a Martial Dao cultivator opening a path ahead of them, they would soon be swallowed by the demons surging toward them.
For the battle ahead, they needed a Martial Dao cultivator who could hold the line in close-quarters combat.
—Actually, sword cultivators could hold off this many demons, too.
As Gu Qingshan considered this, he suddenly reached into his Storage Bag and pulled out a long sword.
This was the sword he had managed to reclaim with all his strength after the sword cultivator Wang Cheng died.
Gu Qingshan gripped the long sword and examined it closely.
By its appearance, it was a standard-issue long sword. The only unusual feature was the two characters "Thousand Cavalry" carved into the Sword Hilt.
Looking more closely, he sensed a faint chill emanating from the blade.
Gu Qingshan gave the long sword a gentle swing, and the chill spread soundlessly.
Sword cultivator Wang Cheng had been a Thousand Cavalry Commander. In keeping with his rank, a little precious Frost Soul Iron had been added to the material of his sword.
That small amount of Frost Soul Iron had doubled the sword's sharpness.