Wherever the blood-red blades of light swept, demon soldiers lost their heads and limbs.
Zhou Hen sliced off the tiger's head, drew his awl sword, and plunged it straight into the tiger demon's heart. With a twist and a pull, he stepped off its shoulder and charged toward the nearest Sixth Rank wolf demon.
The Sixth Rank wolf demon was scared out of his wits. With a shake of his body, he transformed into more than a dozen translucent little wolves that scattered in every direction.
True essence surged through Zhou Hen, his eyes gleaming as he rushed toward one of the little wolves. His figure flashed, and he instantly shifted to its side. His saber fell with a soft thud, sending its head to the ground and leaving its corpse behind.
The other little wolves dissipated.
Fourth Rank Zhou Hen was like a demon-slaying assassin as he plunged into the demon army. High rank or low, none could withstand a single blow from him: one saber stroke to sever the head, one sword thrust to pierce the heart. There was never a third move.
"The Curved Saber Awl Sword! It's Madman Zhou! Madman Zhou has returned to the Great River!" a Seventh Rank monkey demon shrieked in the demons' language, then took to his heels.
The ranked demons fled one after another. Among the unranked demon soldiers, some followed them, some steeled themselves and kept charging, and others stood bewildered, unsure whether to run or flee.
The cavalry met the demon soldiers head-on. The Martial Cultivators' long cavalry lances gleamed coldly, piercing one demon soldier and officer after another.
The two Puppet Cultivators in the company summoned deathly pale skeletons armed with sabers and shields, which hacked down the demons that approached.
The Dao Cultivators chanted incantations, deployed talismans,