"All Nine Nether cultivators, retreat inside the Checkpoint Grand Formation!"
The Nine Nether Emperor's voice rang across the battlefield, helplessness in his tone.
They had been on the verge of passing through the Rosy Cloud Mountain Range and spreading into the Heavenly Origin Dynasty's territory, only for Li Yang to ruin everything.
The war had not ended; it had entered a truce.
Cultivators were living beings too. They needed rest.
Even the Sword Cultivators of the Heavenly Gang Demon-Suppressing Battalion were exhausted, their reserves severely depleted.
During this time, the Nine Nether Dynasty's Crown Champion of the Military Dao had unleashed one scheme after another, hoping to catch them off guard and destroy them. Li Yang had seen through and crushed every one.
Though they had survived, all had suffered injuries from the shockwaves to varying degrees. Several dozen weaker Sword Cultivators had even been shaken to death.
But the surviving Sword Cultivators benefited from the kill credit distributed by the Myriad Swords Return to the Sect Formation. Their cultivation accelerated, and they gradually began entering the Nascent Soul Realm. Their overall strength had risen rather than fallen.
Li Yang led the sword formation back inside the Checkpoint Grand Formation in the Rosy Cloud Mountain Range.
With a raise of his hand, the Myriad Swords Return to the Sect Formation dissolved into countless formation patterns, which condensed into a compact Formation Plate in his palm.
"Dismissed. Request resources from the dynasty's cultivators to heal and cultivate. Restore yourselves to peak condition as quickly as possible and be ready to fight again at any moment!"
"Yes!" Regardless of cultivation, age, or gender, every Sword Cultivator bowed to Li Yang with a sword salute. "Boss!"
Only Ning Xi remained beside Li Yang. Her fair, slender hand stroked the hideous sword wounds crisscrossing