Soon, the other generals reacted and hurriedly activated the spirit treasures at their waists.
BOOM-!!!
Spiritual light shot into the sky.
Transparent vortexes appeared across the heavens.
At the sight of this,
the demons fleeing like headless flies immediately found their bearings.
Countless demon soldiers and officers surged toward those transparent vortexes like mad.
To fight for a place in the escape, some demons even drew blades on one another, trampling their companions' corpses as they scrambled inside.
Jiang Yuechu stood in midair, making no deliberate attempt to stop the vortexes from operating.
She merely watched the routed army with cold eyes, the spear in her hand never stopping.
She would kill as many as she could.
Only when the last few vortexes slowly closed did the dense, purplish-black demonic aura finally disperse from the sky.
All that remained was the blood mist still lingering overhead, and the mountains and rivers below, riddled with wounds.
Aboard the Dao Sects' flying ships,
everyone watched in silence.
From beginning to end, not a single Dao Sect cultivator dared speak, much less step forward.
Only when that white-robed figure stopped slaughtering and began leisurely counting her spoils
did the atmosphere aboard the flying ships finally ease a little.
An elder spoke quietly. "What should we do now? Are we still staying here?"
No one answered. All remained silent.
The Little Heavenly General was dead, and the Cloud-Dream Palace had retreated.
But the Dao Painting was still in that girl's hands... yet if they stayed, who would dare go and invite her wrath?
Amid that deathly silence, a voice suddenly rang out. "However arrogant she may be, she is still one of us humans. Besides, she is so young, with cultivation merely at the Tenth Son Realm. Even with the Dao Painting, who knows