Cold winds swept Pass City, and corpses littered the land beyond the pass.
The sun rose and the moon set; the moon sank and the sun ascended.
Half a month. Desolate Demon Pass had been holding back the Beast Tide for half a month!
Endless hordes of Demon Beasts charged toward Ten Thousand Swords Pass, without fear or awareness.
Day and night, countless Demon Beasts descended into a tireless frenzy...
Across the vast, barren land beyond the pass, blood had long since pooled into streams.
The two elderly Difficult Realm cultivators of Ten Thousand Swords Pass were exhausted in body and mind. Perhaps their aged bodies could no longer sustain swing after swing of their swords; both old men swayed on their feet.
A Beast Tide of this magnitude had never been seen before...
Those countless Demon Beasts seemed impossible to kill off, impossible to cut down to the last.
Outside Ten Thousand Swords Pass, countless corpses piled into mountains.
After half a month defending the pass, more than half the tens of thousands of cultivators upon Ten Thousand Swords Pass had been killed or wounded.
Among those corpses were Demon Beasts and humans alike.
And among the human corpses were cultivators of Ten Thousand Swords Pass, as well as disciples of Peach Mountain...
The Peach Mountain disciples clearly had the two Divine Talismans Su Mo had given them. They had long since used the Sword Qi Divine Talisman, but...
...not one had used the Divine Talisman that could take them back to Peach Mountain.
Of the tens of thousands of Peach Mountain disciples, not one had returned to Peach Mountain when faced with danger.
The Peach Mountain disciples who had died beyond the pass all clutched that piece of Talisman Paper tightly in their hands, as though it were