Strike first and gain the upper hand!
Yuan Rong's beautiful face was filled with savage killing intent.
"No matter how many there are, they are nothing but a pack of wretched beasts! Only by slaughtering them all can we ensure the teleportation array remains foolproof."
The moment her words fell, nine flying swords suddenly appeared around Yuan Rong.
The flying swords tore through the air, shooting in nine different directions and heading straight for nine seventh-rank beasts.
"Fellow Daoist, your words suit my intentions perfectly."
Daoist Lord Yongcheng laughed aloud. A ten-foot banner suddenly appeared above his head.
As the banner swayed, several tornadoes rose up and swept toward the beasts and crimson strange flowers below.
Where the flying swords passed, the nine seventh-rank beasts died on the spot, utterly incapable of resistance.
Where the tornadoes swept through, earth flew into the sky, crimson strange flowers were uprooted, and countless beasts were ground into pulp—a scene like the end of days.
This enormous beast horde was like clay chickens and porcelain dogs before the human cultivators who had suddenly barged in, seemingly on the verge of annihilation.
"What are you juniors standing around for? Why don't you act at once?" Daoist Lord Yongcheng snorted coldly.
He was ordering Song Wen and the others to kill the beasts and crimson strange flowers.
Hearing this, everyone attacked in turn.
Song Wen also summoned a high-grade spiritual treasure flying sword.
He had obtained this sword by killing someone.
Song Wen had never cultivated any sword technique or sword art, so the high-grade spiritual treasure flying sword could not display much power in his hands. Still, it was enough for putting on a show.
Watching the beasts and crimson strange flowers shatter in swathes, Song Wen could not help feeling somewhat regretful.
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