A dead end

The third floor.

This was a massive, ruined fortress, more than half its walls collapsed.

Ahead, amid the rubble.

Three hundred demon soldiers wore heavy black armor, their faces covered by ferocious wolf-head visors. Each held a heavy horse-cleaving saber twelve feet long.

They were clearly only at the converging stream realm.

Yet as the three hundred stood together, their auras intertwined, forming the faint outline of an enormous Heavenly Wolf above their heads!

The baleful pressure of their battle formation weighed on Lu Zhen until his chest felt tight.

"Slaughter every Xia dog! Heavenly Wolf shall never perish!"

The demon centurion at their head barked an order.

All three hundred heavily armored demon soldiers took a step forward together, their perfectly synchronized footfalls making the heart tremble.

They did not charge. Instead, they advanced like a moving wall of steel, sweeping everything before them.

"Slash!" Lu Zhen dared not underestimate them. He drove his law domain to its limit, and a thousand-zhang sword beam woven from light and thunder crashed down with myriad-tribulation river-rushing might.

"Heavenly Wolf, defend!" The three hundred demon soldiers raised their sabers together.

The Heavenly Wolf phantom overhead roared. In that instant, the blood energy and law power of all three hundred fused flawlessly into a dark-red canopy of blood energy.

Bang—!!

Lu Zhen's sword beam struck the blood-energy canopy, yet it only produced a single ripple before the immense baleful power of the battle formation ground it out of existence!

"What?" Lu Zhen's expression changed.

They blocked it?

That attack could kill an ordinary rushing river realm cultivator in an instant!

"Break Formation!" the demon centurion roared.

Three hundred horse-cleaving sabers swung at once. A blood-red, crescent-shaped saber beam hundreds of zhang long tore through space and flew straight at Lu Zhen.

Lu Zhen