The Blood Roar Demon Venerable knew this perfectly well, but he didn't care. He paid no mind to the small number of casualties among the immortal army. If he could defeat Wen Tingdao, he wouldn't even furrow his brow if far more soldiers died.
"Waves of the Sea, Cleansing the Soul!" Wen Tingdao stood atop the surging waves, raised his left hand, and lightly brought down his sword. The strike looked so graceful that it hardly seemed he was fighting an enemy.
Like a master musician gliding his fingers over an instrument, the rolling waves, the roars of sea beasts, and the clear cries of seabirds intertwined into a single melody.
The sword fell. There were no waves reaching to the clouds, nor a blade that could cleave through anything, yet the Blood Roar Demon Venerable's Primordial Spirit shuddered beyond his control. It was a soul-cleaving sword; with a single strike, even the spirit trembled in terror.
The blood-red light within the fearsome waves that had just surged up grew chaotic. The Blood Roar Demon Venerable seized the opportunity to slash down a thick barrier.
The strike had affected his Primordial Spirit too deeply. Caught off guard, he didn't dare meet it head-on, and could only use this method to blunt his opponent's killing move first. Once he had a moment to prepare, he could deal with that terrifying soul-shaking melody.
The Blood Roar Demon Venerable's impromptu defense had temporarily resolved his predicament. Wen Tingdao frowned. Breaking through the barrier would not be difficult, but even this brief respite would be enough for someone of the Blood Roar Demon Venerable's cultivation to recover his wits.
It wasn't realistic to seriously wound an opponent of that caliber in such a short time.
Better to take the opportunity to kill more of