Yang Huai's gaze fell upon the mountains, while Patriarch Xuanmiao had already struck first. With a lift of his hand, a sword cry rang out behind him, and his figure vanished from where he stood.
In the distance, a stream of demonic qi seemed to have spotted the Heavenly soldiers and generals blotting out the sky and covering the earth.
The nine-tailed cat demon was startled as well.
She had only just emerged from the Ten-Thousand Demon Grotto when she ran into so many Heavenly soldiers and generals. Her luck was truly wretched.
How could a mere Demon King like her possibly contend with such a vast number of Heavenly soldiers and generals?
Even if a Heavenly Demon or Demon Emperor came, they might not be able to escape.
Just as she was about to retreat into the Ten-Thousand Demon Grotto, a six-colored immortal radiance appeared at her side. The six-colored sword light was unfathomably strange. With only a few strikes, it wounded her. She immediately unleashed a special secret art, her demonic qi swelling around her as her figure moved like a clear breeze, swift to the utmost. Strands of black wind emerged from the void, seeking to restrain Daoist Xuanmiao, but Daoist Xuanmiao cleaved them apart with several sword strikes, locked onto her figure hidden within the wind, and slew her true body with a single slash.
Yang Huai merely watched from afar, his expression unchanged.
This nine-lifed cat Demon Cultivator cultivated the Great Dao of Wind. Though she excelled at transformations, she held no advantage on a head-on battlefield like this.
She was simply no match for Daoist Xuanmiao, who was likewise a perfected Golden Immortal.
After being slain once, the nine-lifed cat demon's peculiar vitality flared anew, and her corpse came back to life. Yet this