Li Yi bore the brunt of it.
His sword was too fast. Seven Hates had only just uncovered the foreshadowing It had once laid across Book Mountain when Li Yi's Dao Sword came killing in from the other hand.
It met head-on the tide of demonic energy unleashed by the destruction of the demonic art.
Li Yi's first move was to attack!
Not only did he not retreat—he accelerated, crashing straight into it.
For every step faster he was, the Demon Tide had one step less to build momentum, and its power weakened by three parts.
Of course, even weakened by three parts, it could still destroy heaven and earth.
Every wisp of demonic energy greedily devoured heaven and earth; every thread of demonic intent was demon. The demons of rites and music collapsing throughout the ages had seeped into the entire history of Diligent Academy, like great rivers and vast seas, raging waves chasing surging breakers! Clad in white, sword alone in hand, Li Yi traced his way upstream through it.
His sword was exceedingly simple. To the eye, it was merely a thrust, then a sweep.
Every wave that lunged at him and came into contact with him was cleared away in an instant.
One sword swept flat ten thousand acres of sea; alone, he descended once more into the springs of Nine Serenities.
He was like a lone boat tossed upon a tsunami, yet wherever that lone boat passed, it always carved out an instant of calm seas and gentle winds.
Rites Collapse, Music Decays Sacred Demon Art was already a lost move, fated to be destroyed today. It could only wait to be reforged amid the passage of time.
Seven Hates accelerated that process and turned the terrifying power erupting from it into a chess piece,