"Slash!" Li Yi's eyes were cold as the longsword in his hand trembled without pause. Blades of light flashed into existence and vanished in an instant, like bolts of lightning. In a thunderous roar, they formed a rain of swords!
"Aah!"
Shrieks of agony rose one after another. Countless enemy cultivators were riddled like beehives by the sword rain, their mangled corpses flung into the air as countless black specks. Then, with a rumble, they exploded into great clouds of blood mist.
At Li Yi's current strength, dealing with ordinary cultivators was like reaping wheat—effortless.
"Sect Master!"
Several figures flew over from above the battlefield and came to Li Yi's side. They were the generals and other Monarchs stationed at the Witch God Sect. As soon as they learned Li Yi had returned, they had hurried over to welcome him.
"Mm. Let's go back first, then we can talk." Li Yi stopped moving his sword, gave the generals and the others a slight nod, and said calmly.
The group then transformed into streaks of light and flew toward Ancient Witch City.
As they flew, the generals explained the situation to him, and Li Yi gained a general understanding. The battle between the two sides had reached its middle-to-late stages. If there were not still some third-party forces in the Underworld Continent that had yet to be conquered, the decisive battle would have begun long ago.
But it was close now.
By this point, the fighting had not weakened either side. On the contrary, both had greatly expanded by conquering other forces along the way, and their strength had risen to a whole new level.
The Witch God Sect now controlled most of the eastern part of the Underworld Continent, much of the north, and a third of the west. The