This was the first time he and Scholar had worked together.
The coordinated combat of a sword cultivator and a spell cultivator proved even more effective than he had imagined.
Scholar's flying sword speed, far beyond that of Foundation Establishment cultivators, combined with Chen Qiu's current attack methods, likewise far surpassing ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators. In an environment with such extraordinarily dense spiritual energy, they were like fish in water.
Naturally, these people were unwilling to passively endure the beating. But how were they supposed to fight back?
They simply could not catch that streak of azure light constantly darting through the sky. Whenever they did manage to catch sight of it, they would see a young man in an azure robe suddenly appear before them, smiling as he toyed with several Palm Thunders in his hand.
Carpet bombing.
Precision mowing.
There was not even a third axe blow. Those two axes alone dealt a devastating blow to the nearly ten thousand Devil Race cultivators on the scene.
Less than half an hour later.
The plains outside Windward City gradually fell quiet. Great swathes of black mist surged back in, turning the plains, which had already become much clearer, back into the same low-visibility state as before.
"Phew."
Chen Qiu let out a soft breath and stepped down from the flying sword. Through the black mist, he vaguely saw the charred land in the distance, black as coal, as well as several corpses. A faint smile rose onto his face as he murmured,
"We worked pretty well together."
"Mm."
Scholar nodded somewhat gloomily. He admitted that the results had indeed been excellent, but this differed somewhat from his ideals as a sword cultivator. It felt as though it had insulted the refinement of sword cultivation.
"Can your cultivation recover?"
Chen