"Kill...!"
Rumble...!
With White Bone dead, the ten thousand-odd troops of the Demonic Army below became headless flies, their military formation immediately broken apart and divided.
In less than half an incense stick's time, Xu Taiping and the Demon-Slaying Army Heroic Spirits slaughtered every last one of the ten thousand-odd demonic generals and demonic beasts.
"What a fight! What a fight!"
The Demon-Slaying Army veterans who had followed Xu Taiping and the heroic spirits of the Demon-Slaying Cavalry straight through the Demonic Army cheered repeatedly.
After thousands of years of pent-up frustration, this was the first time they had fought such a satisfying battle.
Once nearly all the demonic generals before them had been killed, the veteran Gu Huai suddenly turned to Old Jiang and Old Yu beside him, his eyes burning:
"Old Jiang! Old Yu! I'm not dreaming, am I?"
Old Jiang glanced at the long saber in his hand, its edge nearly curled from all the hacking, then drew a deep breath and shook his head hard:
"No! This isn't a dream!"
As he spoke, he looked toward Xu Taiping, who was sweeping away the last remnants of the Demonic Army, and said in a slightly trembling voice:
"The reinforcements from our True Martial Heaven! They've come!"
Boom!!
As they spoke, the last unit of White Bone's Demonic Army where Xu Taiping stood fell beneath his saber's momentum and the charging, fighting heroic spirits of the Demon-Slaying Cavalry.
Then, before the horrified eyes of the dozens of veterans, the phantom images of the ten thousand-odd Demon-Slaying Cavalry heroic spirits standing on the battlefield abruptly vanished one after another.
In the end, they all became strands of silver thread, flying back to the hilt of Xu Taiping's saber and forming a long saber tassel.
Having finished all this, Xu