"Pfft!"
Another evil immortal fell to Li Yang's sword.
Five evil immortals remained.
They did not flee.
They knew perfectly well that if they failed to kill Li Yang now and instead let him sever the Heavenly Dao with a single strike, they would have no hope of turning the tables.
Li Yang had come specifically to hunt them.
With such a terrifying enemy watching them like a tiger eyeing its prey, they could only imagine how agonizing their future path of recultivation would be.
He was like a sharp sword hanging over their heads. They would never know when it might fall and take their lives.
Whether for the sake of their recultivation or the opportunities Li Yang possessed, their only choice now was to fight him to the death.
Most importantly, however, Li Yang had already exhausted much of his strength and suffered grave injuries while joining forces with Lin He and Yan Zhaoxi to kill a thousand powerful enemies. He had even used one of the Nirvana Thousand-Forging Art's chances at nirvana when killing the Demon Venerable of Symbiosis.
Even now, Li Yang was drenched in blood, with blood mist gushing from his pores.
This was the backlash from repeatedly overdrawing his body to unleash the Stunning Sword Strike.
As powerful as he was, even he was struggling to bear it now.
These evil immortals were no match for him, but they were immortals nonetheless, with far too many tricks and trump cards.
He had witnessed no fewer than a hundred kinds of strange, unpredictable secret arts alone.
Meanwhile, outside the Ten Thousand Demons Devouring Yang Formation...
Great numbers of cultivators had followed the dao rhythm converging through heaven and earth to this place.
Most had come to watch the spectacle, though nearly all hoped to pick