On the battlefield of Floating Cloud Mountain, battle cries shook the heavens, and blood stained the mountain forests. Like a meat grinder, it devoured wave after wave of demons as they surged forward over their fallen comrades.
As far as the eye could see, demon beast corpses littered the ground. Lesser demons at Essence Refining made up the greatest number, while the Great Demons at Qi Refining numbered more than ten. Some bodies lay in scattered pieces; others remained relatively intact.
Nearly three hundred li of land had been battered to ruin. The earth split, and peaks collapsed. Without the Dragon-Suppressing Great Formation protecting it, dissipating the shock waves and smoothing the surging energy, the connections between the main mountain vein and its branches would have been shattered, severed completely.
Though the Daoists of the Truth-Seeking Abbey were baffled, unable to understand why the reinforcements had stopped advancing, this was no time to get to the bottom of it. Watching the demons fight without fear of death under the suppression of the True Dragon bloodline, Xuanxu and the others remained grim and dared not grow careless.
The Demon Race had suffered grievous casualties, but their sheer numbers were overwhelming. Fourth-generation disciples fell one after another. Some died heroic deaths, their lives and cultivation extinguished; others suffered wounds too severe to keep fighting and swallowed spirit pills and wondrous medicines before retreating behind the lines to heal. Only a little over a hundred Daoists remained in the battle, working all the harder to operate the formation. The Eight Trigrams revolved, and the Four Images roamed, their repeated cycles generating towering power of slaughter.
Their fighting spirit grew fiercer, their resolve firmer. Every one of them had prepared to give their life for the Dao.
Their swords struck without regret, their light