The Faceless White-Shadow Swordsman, cold and merciless, with nothing left but killing intent, had already slipped like a ghost into the crowd of Lü Household disciples.
Born from Sword Intent, it knew every sword technique of the Lü Household disciples like the back of its hand. Every time its sword light fell, a Lü Household disciple splattered blood on the spot, and miserable screams rose and fell without end.
Born from the sword itself, it was exceedingly familiar with the Lü Household disciples' sword arts. With every slash, a Lü Household disciple died miserably.
On that battlefield, only Lü Tian could barely circle around it for a few moves, but even that merely delayed it for a moment.
The fortified city jointly forged by Qin Wang and Fang Cun was also smashed apart by the Mountain Giant with savage force. Then, Grave Soil Demons flooded into the city like a tidal wave, mingling in chaotic battle with the Cultivators of the Qin Household and Eight Desolations Sea-Mountain. The clash of weapons and savage roars intertwined without cease.
The Luo Household's circumstances were even more miserable. The White-Bone Monk, born from the distortion of the Clear-Emptiness Mindscape, somehow forcibly seized control of the eight hundred Dao Soldiers on the field from Luo Chenyan's hands.
Even more chillingly, it used a secret technique to fuse the power of the surrounding monsters, causing the Dao Soldiers' abilities to soar.
At this very moment, these slaughter machines that had once belonged to the Luo Household had turned their blades around, mercilessly surrounding and killing Luo Household Cultivators.
Such a precarious, egg-piled-on-a-cliff situation left Luo Chenyan with no time to care about her pride. She swiftly turned her gaze toward Jiang Xuan, her eyes filled with helpless pleading, hoping only that he would intervene and