Carving a Bloody Path (Part 2)

As a general of the Cloud Dream Palace, General Fu was able to hold his position not because he was a reckless brute who only knew how to fly into a rage.

Although he had a fiery temper in his daily life, he was steady and decisive whenever there was real work to be done, leaving no room for criticism.

Seeing the Dao Sect flying ships charging out, he did not need to give it a second thought.

The moment the military order left his lips, rolling demon energy erupted violently from beneath him.

His figure flickered.

In the blink of an eye, his hulking frame had already swept to the center of the formation below.

"Hah!!!"

A low, guttural roar escaped General Fu's throat as he swung his broad-backed giant blade in a horizontal slash.

A brilliant blade light ignited, tearing through the sky filled with yellow sand and slamming straight into the leading flying ships.

Blade energy surged everywhere.

The Dao Sect cultivators on the ships pinched their seals, attempting to stop it, but how could the might of a general be shaken by ordinary cultivators...

The moment their spiritual light of resistance flared, it was forcibly crushed by the blade energy.

Powerless to turn the tide, the cultivators could only abandon their ships in a wretched state mid-air... In such a desperate situation, having lost the protection of their ships, how could they possibly escape the heavy encirclement of the demons on foot?

General Fu stood in mid-air, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Sensing that this group of cultivators possessed no aura of the Dao Painting, he let out a cold snort, the killing intent in his eyes turning into disdain.

Since there was no Dao Painting, these ants were not worth wasting any more effort on.

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