Against ordinary extraterrestrial heavenly devils, or armies of other Demon Races and ghost clans, with Nine-Ren Mountain's current cultivation, these few swords from within stone would have been enough to inflict tens of thousands of casualties if they caught the enemy off guard. Yet fewer than a hundred Blood-Eyed Serpents had been killed or injured before them, which was enough to show just how elite their opponents were.
For an army of tens of thousands of Blood-Eyed Serpents, such losses were merely a drop in the ocean, doing nothing to slow their charge.
Fortunately, we joined forces with the others. Otherwise, life and death would be decided in an instant. A thought much like those of Xiang Hua and Wei Dongming flashed through Nine-Ren Mountain's mind.
Alone, none of them would have had any room to resist. Yet now that they had joined forces, they were like reefs in a raging sea, firm and unyielding as they held back the crashing waves before them.
The Blood-Eyed Serpent army came in wave after wave of purple-blood tides, battering them without pause, only to be driven back by Xiang Hua, Wei Dongming, Nine-Ren Mountain, and the others.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Several blood blades struck out from within the tidal horde in an exceedingly concealed manner.
In an instant, Wei Dongming and Nine-Ren Mountain felt a tremendous sense of danger. A bone-chilling cold pressed down upon them, and even the blood inside their bodies seemed liable to congeal at any moment. The strange, agonizing sensation gave them the urge to turn and flee at once.
This was the result of the enemy old monster having cultivated blood-based laws to an exceptionally high realm, allowing him to affect the circulation of blood energy within their bodies.
Though he was still worlds apart from a Dragon