A single sword traversed more than five hundred li. At the foot of Floating Cloud Mountain, towering sword intent and brilliant sword light flashed like a startled swan, swift as lightning.
Silver Wolf and Gray Eagle sensed nothing. Only after the Peachwood Sword returned with the souls of the two Great Demons and Xuanming swept it into his sleeve did their bodies begin to change.
Their running and soaring motions froze. A spot of blood appeared on each demon's neck, spreading from a point into a line before blood gushed out. Before everyone's eyes, the two demons died, their cultivation extinguished.
Nie Tian and the surviving human cultivators were delighted but bewildered. Only when a sudden gale swept up the two corpses and carried them into Floating Cloud Mountain did some of the sharper minds look up at the mountain, half believing and half doubting.
Gazing at the Daoist halls dimly visible amid the mist-shrouded forests in the distance, Nie Tian's eyes shone with a strange light. He murmured, "Could it really have been True Person Xuanming who saved us?"
Though doubts lingered in their hearts, no one went up the mountain to investigate for the moment. For one thing, the battlefield on Floating Cloud Mountain was perilous. Just two Primordial Heaven Great Demons had nearly wiped them out; how much worse would the terrifying Demon Tide and the charges of numerous Great Demons be? Going there would very likely mean joining the battle, with death far more likely than survival.
For another, the Truth-Seeking Abbey's stance was unclear. With so few disciples, how had it held off a True Dragon for several hours? Speculation ran rampant in their minds, opinions springing up like bamboo shoots after rain. For a time, they hesitated to advance, fearing some sinister scheme.
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