"Everyone, I have arrived late."
Li Ping'an descended from the sky with the White Jade Capital and ten flying swords.
The vast, imposing White Jade Capital barred the demon army's path.
An immense force roared like thunder, making the entire ground tremble violently.
Its boundless heavenly might seemed to envelop everything within a hundred li.
Countless powerful members of the Demon Race on the ground resisted that tremendous pressure with all their strength.
An intense sense of helplessness welled up in their hearts, giving them the urge to flee.
Rumble-!!
The demon army was stunned for only a moment before letting out a roar.
They launched an attack on the White Jade Capital blocking their way.
"Huh!?"
Feilian froze for a moment, a trace of astonishment flashing through his eyes.
Where was Jumeng? Where had that fellow Jumeng gone?
He had forcibly held off those two monsters, Gu Xizhou and Qingfeng, on the main battlefield.
And Jumeng could not even handle a cultivator in the eighth realm?
Yet it was merely this instant of distraction.
Gu Xizhou seized the opening and suddenly blasted out a punch.
Unable to react in time, Feilian shot away like an arrow loosed from a bow.
A series of explosive reports rang out.
Feilian dared not take any chances and sacrificed an immortal treasure.
Only then did he barely dissipate the force of the blow, twisting his body and landing on the ground.
Looking at the magic treasure broken in two, he could not help feeling another pang of pain at the loss.
On the battlefield.
Li Ping'an, who had suddenly appeared with the White Jade Capital, reached out and tossed something high into the air.
Then, using his flying sword Fine Rain, he nailed it hard to the demon army's banner.
It was a