As a general of the Cloud-Dream Palace, General Fu had secured his position through more than brute force and blind fury.
His temper usually burned hot, but when it came to serious business, his steadiness and decisiveness left nothing to fault.
The moment he saw the Dao Sect's flying boats breaking out, he needed no further thought.
As the military order left his lips, surging demonic energy erupted beneath him.
His figure flickered.
In the next blink, his burly form had swept into the center of the formation below.
"Hah!!!"
General Fu let out a deep, furious roar and swept his broad-backed great blade across.
Dazzling blade light flared, tearing through the sand-filled sky and crashing straight toward the flying boats at the very front.
Blade energy crisscrossed the air.
The Dao Sect cultivators aboard formed spell seals, trying to stop it, but how could ordinary cultivators possibly shake a general's might...
The spiritual light of their resistance had barely appeared before the blade energy crushed it.
Powerless to turn the tide, the cultivators could only abandon their boats in midair in a desperate scramble... In such dire straits, without the protection of their flying boats, how could they escape the Demons' encircling slaughter on their own two feet?
General Fu stood in midair, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Sensing no trace of the Dao Painting on these cultivators, he snorted, the killing intent in his eyes turning to disdain.
Without the Dao Painting, these ants were not worth another ounce of his effort.
He turned his head and looked impassively at the several generals arriving belatedly behind him. "Kill them."
The words had barely fallen.
General Fu's burly body abruptly blurred, vanishing from the spot.
The arriving generals halted in midair and exchanged glances as they watched the direction in