Clang...! Clang, clang!
Boom!!
Boundless Hall, True Martial Heaven.
Listening to the sword cries and explosions coming from the scene before them, watching the Azure Profound Sect Sword Cultivators charge into the depths of the Ghost Domain and battle the densely packed ghost creatures,
the members of the Boundless Sword Sect, fellow sword cultivators themselves, felt an indescribable mix of emotions.
They felt as though only those Azure Profound Sect disciples in the scene before them, still drawing their swords against the ghost horde despite being trapped in desperate straits, deserved the name of sword cultivator.
Boom...!
Just then, another tremendous crash came from the phantom image before them, and Xu Taiping's party and the sword cultivators of the Azure Profound Sect fought their way out of the ghost fog together.
But before they could catch even a single breath, the people who had emerged from the Ghost Fog were pursued by a Blood-Garment Great Ghost shaped like an ascetic monk.
Clang...!
With the ringing sound of a Buddhist staff striking the ground, the Blood-Garment Great Ghost that resembled a Buddhist ascetic swung a rust-mottled Buddhist staff down at Xu Taiping and the others.
Bang!!!
Despite the protection of the military formation's battle intent and the Thunder Sound Grand Formation, the blow still sent their bodies abruptly sinking downward.
What tightened the hearts of those watching in the hall even more was that the phantom images of over ten thousand Demon-Slaying Cavalry suddenly dispersed in unison.
Old General Lian Xing called out loudly, as though bidding farewell:
"Xu Taiping, our fighting strength can only take you this far. From here on, you must rely on yourselves."
Then Old General Lian Xing's phantom image dispersed as well.
Seeing this, Chen Hao immediately frowned.
"It seems the spiritual power of the Jade