On the main battlefield, Martial Dao Cultivators had already taken the lead in Breaking Formation.
Relying on their tough physiques, they charged at the head of the advance.
Like iron cavalry storming an enemy camp, they were unstoppable.
The cultivators behind them followed at once, and breakthroughs blossomed across the battlefield.
Elsewhere, an endless stream of the Demon Army scaled Demon-Suppressing Pass.
And Demon-Suppressing Pass kept striking back.
The boy gripped his saber and took a deep breath.
He charged out of the pass with the crowd.
He had only his two legs to rely on, and his pace was painfully slow.
The road beneath his feet was far longer than it looked.
"Huff, huff, huff!"
His heart pounded unusually heavily.
He had seen the scene before him countless times in dreams, but only in dreams.
After running for an unknown length of time, the boy gripped his saber's hilt and leaped hard.
"Roar-!"
The Demon Race soldiers, seemingly as plentiful as if they cost nothing, raised their heads.
"Bang!"
The heavy blade unexpectedly cleaved through a weapon.
The boy kicked out, and a chilling gleam of saber light swept past.
Blood sprayed.
Compared with those Evil Cultivators and bandits, they did not seem particularly hard to kill.
The ground beneath his feet suddenly ruptured, while a streak of light came crashing toward the area from above.
The boy stumbled, watching that streak of light with no power to stop it.
Just then, a cultivator swept into the air and intercepted the streak of light first.
To the boy, the entire battlefield seemed a chaotic jumble.
He clambered up, his ears filled with all manner of thunderous noises.
The corpse of a Demon Race creature resembling a Giant Whale came crashing down from the sky.
Someone grabbed him and flew