"Is it important?" the East Sea Sword Saint asked calmly.
As soon as he spoke, there came a pfft, and his flying sword pierced straight through the young demon's back and out through his chest.
"Hahaha, indeed, it isn't important! But I am merely an obscure little nobody among the Devil Race. So what if you can defeat me?"
"The Demon Sealing Seal has been broken. Your final fate will not change in the slightest."
Lowering his head to look at the hole in his chest, the young demon showed no panic at all. Instead, he threw back his head and laughed wildly.
The moment he finished speaking, his demonic cultivation and life force rapidly dissipated into heaven and earth.
It was also at the very instant the young demon perished.
The black clouds behind them churned violently, and countless Little Demons went berserk, swarming forward in a tide that carried an even more terrifying pressure.
But just as they were about to close in on the crowd, a resounding dragon's roar rang out from afar.
The next moment, the myriad Little Demons halted, and the black clouds that blotted out the sky rapidly receded like the ebbing tide.
A moment later, with the black clouds gone, the sky became clear once more.
"Hm? What is this...?"
This time, there was not much joy on anyone's face. Instead, they all revealed uncertain and suspicious expressions.
No one could be sure whether the demon horde had some other scheme in store.
Only when the sound of wind rose behind them, and streaks of light flew in from the depths of the Endless Sea, did the thousands of Cultivator's Alliance cultivators collapse to the ground one after another, weeping with joy.
Only with the return of the Cultivator's Alliance's powerful experts did