Pour wine, slay demons within ten paces; become light, flee a thousand miles!
Amid the cries of battle, the situation was heart-stopping. Jiang Yang's heart pounded like a drum, hot blood rushing to his face. The exhilaration smoothed his brow, and instead, an unrestrained grin appeared.
There was something truly satisfying about striking down an enemy and fleeing far away in the blink of an eye. It made him want to shout aloud.
Fortunately, his reason remained intact, and he held himself back. He was still trapped in enemy territory; any celebration could wait until he escaped.
After becoming sword light, Jiang Yang threaded through every available gap, weaving constantly through the canyon. Bird cries and beast roars filled his ears, and chaos raged everywhere.
At first, the Demon General was still searching for the invading cultivator, but as lesser demons poured out through the canyon, it hurriedly began issuing orders to calm them.
Although the Demon Generals elsewhere arrived in time, they could not suppress these Monsters, which were running wild like soldiers in a panicked camp. Most were savage and difficult to tame. Some had only recently assumed human form, while others possessed little intelligence and could only follow the crowd in its frantic stampede.
The sudden deaths of six Demon Generals triggered a chain reaction, causing the Beast Tide to begin ahead of time, before the beasts had even been herded into formation.
Without a Demon King's forceful intervention through divine powers, no one could turn such a situation around. Yet neither of the two Demon Kings made the slightest move.
The remaining Demon Generals exchanged bewildered looks. Better to channel the flood than dam it now; they could only make the best of the mistake, driving their respective followers to charge outward in every direction.
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