Time flowed like water.
The True Dragon Heavenly King Supremes on the front lines had been temporarily withdrawn.
They had laid down layers of misdirection and set traps in advance. They could return at any moment, win a sweeping victory at the front, and leave the turmoil in the rear to sort itself out.
The Dao Court paid them no heed.
It held fast to its formations and advanced one steady step at a time. No matter how the enemy provoked it, the Dao Court refused to take the bait. It simply held on, drawing out the war and waiting for what was to come.
The Immortal Dynasty's many Heavenly King True Dragons began entering the battle in its rear!
The human sword cultivators deep in enemy territory met with terrible misfortune. Many died while carrying out their destruction, caught in crises from which not one in ten could hope to emerge alive.
On that hellish battlefield, only the strongest, the most cunning, and those most skilled at speed and escape stood the slightest chance of surviving.
Before anyone knew it,
thirty thousand years had passed.
That day, the Dao Court's General Staff sent a battle report to the Supreme Great Sun Heavenly Palace.
This time, it received a response.
"More than ninety-nine point nine percent of the human sword cultivators who penetrated the Immortal Dynasty's rear have fallen in battle..."
"Desolate Flame Sword Venerable has fallen."
"Heaven Sword Sword Venerable has fallen."
"Kong Sha Sword Venerable has fallen..."
"Many Supremes and celestial cultivators have fallen. No bones remain, their flying swords lie shattered, and they died far from home... How magnificent!"
Jiang Ding read the battle report word by word. The deeds of those human sword cultivators stirred him, touching his sword heart once again.
"Only sword cultivators