Sword Sect Arrivals

Lin Tianyang stood in the center of the hall with his hands behind his back, his calm gaze sweeping over everyone present as though he were stating something long since ordained.

"The conflict between the Human Race and the Demon Race has endured for a long time. This time, the main forces entering the battle are Sixth Turn and even Seventh Turn experts.

"We will decide victory or defeat."

He paused, his tone still steady. "Therefore, this will be a melee.

"Whichever side fails to hold out first will lose.

"I will hold back the Sea Shark Palace Master and one Seventh Turn Dragon Race expert. Consecrated Duan will hold back another Dragon Race member.

"And this time, the key to victory lies among the Sixth Turn experts. Only if you can win can we win this battle."

The hall fell silent, its atmosphere so heavy it seemed one could wring water from it.

The Sixth Turn experts present exchanged glances, their expressions all rather grim.

Most of them were only at the early or middle stages of the Sixth Turn. Once one reached this realm, advancement became exceedingly slow; even a minor breakthrough could take decades, or even centuries.

The Demon Race was famed for its long lifespan. Those endless years gave them foundations far deeper than those of Human Race cultivators at the same level.

No one had absolute confidence in this battle.

Some Sixth Turn experts might even die.

It had been a long time since a battle on this scale had erupted.

There were more than ten Sixth Turn experts between both sides, and the Demon Race would only have more.

This battle would be a contest of who could no longer hold out first.

A silent oppression permeated the hall.

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