The tone of that cry was utterly unlike Yang Hong's former self, carrying something of a true general's bearing.
The Crimson Blade soldiers, including Duan Xiaoyu and Gu Yu, answered in unison, as though by instinct-
"At your command!"
Boom! Rumble...!
In an instant, the battle intent of this army of fewer than sixty thousand blade cultivators surged severalfold.
And it was still climbing.
Yang Hong's battle intent as commander had now been fully accepted by this army of blade cultivators.
Sensing the army's battle intent in turn, Yang Hong's gaze grew even more frenzied.
He raised the broken blade in his hand high and roared hoarsely:
"Today! I shall sacrifice my life to the blade! My blade may break, my life may end, but my enemy must die!"
"All of you! Help me die!"
That cry perfectly accorded with the mindset of the world's blade cultivators.
In an instant, the battle intent and mindsets of the Red Blade Army's blade cultivators merged completely with Yang Hong's.
Even Duan Xiaoyu and Gu Yu were no exception.
Then all the officers roared in unison:
"My blade may break, my life may end, but my enemy must die!"
Boom! Rumble...!
In that instant, the Red Blade Army, now numbering fewer than sixty thousand, actually erupted with battle intent approaching that of an army six hundred thousand strong.
That overwhelming battle intent swiftly gathered behind Yang Hong, forming an enormous blade shadow.
Boom...!!
The pressure released by the blade shadow cleaved apart the pressure of the Demon Mother's Blood Blade.
Facing the blade force of Yang Hong and the Crimson Blade soldiers behind him, the Demon Mother merely sneered and said:
"Dull."
In her eyes, there was no difference between Yang Hong now and Yang Hong before.
Whoosh-!
The next moment, the Demon