The bloody battle on Mu Yin Star still raged. With dozens fewer Deity Transformation Cultivators than the enemy, the humans were struggling desperately. There was no choice-they had to hold on.
The Heavenly Dao Will had already told them to fight dirty and stall. The fighting on the other planets was going smoothly. The advantage was theirs!
The Nine-Tailed White Fox panted heavily, her entire body covered in blood, her fur dyed red.
She gazed with some heartache at her adorable tails. One had been broken...
Although it could recover, that would take a long time, and her strength had suffered.
"Ugh, Celestial Master Zhang, this deal has cost me dearly..." Yun Qingmo looked at Zhang Daoling resentfully.
"Enough chatter. The Heavenly Dao will compensate you. Fight." Zhang Daoling was panting heavily too, narrowly evading a fatal blow.
"Old Zhang Han really is something. What a beast-ow!" Yun Qingmo glanced into the distance and was kicked far away by a member of the Immortal Race.
The White Fox's eyes were blood-red, her fur turning dark crimson as she lunged at the Immortal Race cultivator, tearing with her teeth.
With his swordsmanship, Zhang Han had gone from the Human Race's foremost cultivator to its foremost sword cultivator, after who knew how many years of cultivation.
The cultivators of the world all had the same assessment of Zhang Han: he was a pure sword cultivator who loved the sword as much as his own life.
He had lived his whole life with a tranquil heart and few desires, never marrying. His only companion was his sword.
After Laozi expounded on the Tao Te Ching, he gained profound insights and entered seclusion for two hundred years to contemplate the Sword Dao.
He traveled everywhere, challenging cultivators across the world and carefully studying every