What the fuck was this supposed to be!!!
The blow knocked Song Chi's head sideways.
But the pain in his face was nowhere near as terrifying as the chill around his lower body.
In the opening that slap had created, several black hands had already torn through his trousers, leaving half his pale thigh flashing in the wind.
Just as his trousers were about to fall in that hairbreadth moment-
The Shadowstrike sword finally sprang into action!
It had no choice. It was genuinely panicking.
As a divine weapon that had followed the previous Sword Emperor, Jiang Taibai, into battles across the world, what storms had it not weathered?
Yet the one psychological scar it had carried its entire life came from this idiot before it!
At that moment, it had only one thought:
Absolutely, absolutely no repeats of that disaster! I can't bear that kind of disgrace as a sword!
Absolutely not!
Whoosh!
Fighting with everything it had, Shadowstrike unleashed a beam of sword light that cleaved an opening straight through the black tide of countless Filth Demons!
Then its hilt dragged Song Chi forcibly out of those countless groping hands!
"Form up! Cover Fellow Daoist Song!"
An authoritative female voice rang out in midair.
A female cultivator clad in light silver armor and wielding a spear strode through the air, cutting off the pursuing Filth Demons with a single thrust.
Her name was Han Ling, a Golden Immortal and the commander of this Immortal Realm army.
She seized the still-shaken Song Chi and sheltered him behind her, then quickly looked him over.
"Fellow Daoist Song, how are you holding up?"
Song Chi said nothing. Instead, he whipped a spare robe out of his Storage Ring and wrapped it around his waist.
Only after doing all that did he