The instant the giant sword came crashing down, everything between heaven and earth seemed to be clutched in an invisible, iron grip.
Time itself seemed to freeze in that moment.
The rampaging Sword Qi burst into strands of brilliance so dazzling they were almost blinding, like billions upon billions of silver needles exploding at once and illuminating the entire night sky as bright as day.
Every sound seemed to vanish in that instant.
No—not vanish. It was annihilated.
Even sound itself was crushed to pieces by the might of that sword.
The magic arrays hastily formed by the White Lotus Sect's Foundation Establishment Perfection demonic cultivators were fairly sturdy. Even after the giant sword fell, they managed to persist stubbornly for a few more breaths.
In those few breaths, the fear, unwillingness, and disbelief on their faces were laid bare by the Sword Qi.
As for the Foundation Establishment Late Stage and Foundation Establishment Middle Stage demonic cultivators who had already come to their senses when the giant sword fell, their figures vanished into nothingness in the white light without even a moment's pause, as if they had never existed in this world.
An utter rout.
A force that swept all before it, without the slightest suspense.
Beneath this sword bearing the character "Zhu," all resistance was futile.
No—one person had survived.
Three Sects Camp.
Xu Buyu and Mu Sining returned to Camp No. 7, which was made up almost entirely of Heavenly Fire Sect disciples.
The three of them had just brushed past death and were exhausted in both body and mind. Once they returned to camp, each went straight to their own tent.
Someone asked Xu Buyu to report what had happened that night to the senior brother in charge of Camp No. 7.
Two large tents stood