Just then, a sword flew in from beyond the sky and stabbed straight ahead. Its golden light flashed and vanished, and Wang Yufu landed on Jie Nan's back.
By then, Jie Nan had already fallen to the ground without a sound.
Wang Yufu looked around and saw that almost all five hundred Scorpion Demons had been slain.
He looked up at Seven Immortals Mountain and thought, Now that we've killed the little ones, the Old Devil must be frightened. He won't dare come down the mountain, will he?
He was about to order the Yin Soldiers and Magical Weapons to attack the mountain. Only ghostly beings like them would have no fear of the poisonous qi.
They had assumed their attack would alert the enemy. The Seven Immortals Old Devil surely would not come down the mountain now, leaving them to choose the worst course: a direct assault on Seven Immortals Mountain.
But the Seven Immortals Old Devil was accustomed to arrogance. After suffering such a loss at the foot of his mountain, he was not afraid. He was furious.
He soared up from Seven Immortals Mountain on a seven-colored cloud that lit the nine heavens, then descended in the blink of an eye like an Immortal.
Before the cloud even arrived, an indescribably sweet scent rushed toward them.
There was a faint hint of wine in it, like fruit rotting and fermenting.
But in the end, all that remained was a fishy stench!
The immense seven-colored cloud spread across more than ten miles and descended with overwhelming force.
Overjoyed, Tang Changsheng shouted, "Attack!"
Dozens of Flying Swords swept out, turning into rainbow streaks that shot into the cloud.
Every Yin Spirit Disciple of the Taiyi Immortal Sword Order wielded a sword, Tang Changsheng among them.
Their combined strength was