Demon Slayer Han Yu stood atop the wall, having just endured a brutal battle not long before.
Though he had received timely treatment, he was still in no condition to fight.
Yet, as though answering some summons, he had darted onto the city wall and gazed at the distant sword array.
A tremendous noise erupted within the sword array.
Churning waves of air swept down like clouds falling from the sky.
Then, a vast force seemed to surge outward in every direction at a terrifying speed.
Amid this succession of forces, everyone heard a rushing sound, like a great river thundering along.
The West Gate Sword Array... shattered!!
Even the entire sword array showed signs of collapsing.
Demon Saint Feilian was furious and spat a curse.
"You obstinate old bastard!"
"Even reduced to this state, you still had such strength."
In the end, Ye Liang had staked his life, paying the price of detonating more than ten Demon-Slaying Swords.
He had forcibly destroyed nearly half of Feilian's Grand Array, which was manned by hundreds of great demons and laden with countless Talismans and Magic Treasures.
Blood streamed from Feilian's seven orifices. As Magic Treasures shattered one after another, his heart felt as though knives were carving into it.
He simply could not understand.
Even a thousand years of such experiences had failed to shake this generation's Sword Immortal's sword heart in the slightest.
At the very last moment.
He had actually cast everything aside and gambled his battered body against Feilian's life.
Feilian cursed incessantly, all his earlier poise and composure long gone.
"The sword array exploded!!"
"It's over by the west gate!"
"There's hope! There's hope!"
"..."
Countless Cultivators who witnessed this scene could not help shouting.
Han Yu remained silent.
At that moment, he seemed to understand everything.