Within the Sword Formation, inside its four gates.
Human Race Cultivators had charged into them all, seeking to break the array.
Those trapped within wore different expressions.
Some had savage faces, others snow-white hair and beards, their bearing fierce...
One of them was filled with potent Buddhist meditative power.
The Dharma Form behind him shone with golden light, its spreading radiance enveloping his surroundings and resisting the immense Sword Qi.
Changqing's knees trembled slightly, and a hazy divine diagram appeared before him.
Had he not carried the array diagram, he would likely have struggled to withstand this blow.
Changqing was all but using his own body to hold open this stretch of passage for the Cultivators charging in.
"Benefactors, this humble monk can only see you this far."
Without another word, several Sword Cultivators instantly rode their swords away.
Wasting even another second here could cost them their lives.
"Don't die, you big baldy."
Jing Yu took the lead, his figure swift as the wind.
Ahead, a great demon stood at the heart of a smaller array, a longsword in hand, barring his way.
Jing Yu raised his longsword high, sending a sword blossom blooming from its tip.
His sword struck with Wind and Thunder.
An urgent sword cry rang out, and a wisp of fragmented sword shadows shot forth.
The great demon shifted the array's formation.
Behind Jing Yu, Human Race Cultivators arrived in an endless stream, each pressing forward as others fell.
Qin Shi of Dragon-Tiger Mountain knocked aside two Flying Swords with his fists.
The road ahead was fraught with obstacles. At this rate, he feared they would not make it in time.
Behind him followed dozens of Zhengyang Gate disciples who had entered the array with him, along with many disciples from other sects.
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