Demon Sage Baize's expression was grim as he watched Kong Yang exhaust a lifetime's worth of Sword Intent.
With a single stroke, he severed the passage connecting Cloud Province and Demon-Suppressing Pass.
From that moment on, the entire Nine Provinces was cut off from the outside world.
Demon-Suppressing Pass retreated more than three thousand li, withdrawing to the northernmost reaches of Cloud Province.
Li Ping'an sat atop the walls of Demon-Suppressing Pass, his soul trembling violently, his sinews, bones, flesh, and blood all seizing up.
Fortunately, the Great Dao Runes within him began circulating, allowing him to gradually recover.
After panting rapidly for quite some time, Li Ping'an looked around.
Yet there was no longer anyone around with whom he could discuss a plan.
The upper ranks of Demon-Suppressing Pass had been almost entirely wiped out, and more than half its middle ranks had also been lost.
For this single thread of hope, Demon-Suppressing Pass had paid with all its strength.
"Moo~"
Covered in wounds, Old Ox clambered onto the wall, then slumped to the ground with its head tipped back.
Its eyes rolled back, and it actually fell straight asleep.
It carried two people on its back: Qin Shi, who had long since lost consciousness, and Pei Twelve, who had been rescued from the battlefield.
Many cultivators of the Middle Three Realms climbed onto the wall.
They looked around in all directions, their hearts lost.
Most were disciples of some lineage in Demon-Suppressing Pass, or cultivators of the Hundred Schools of Thought.
But now their fathers, elder brothers, and teachers had all died on the battlefield.
"Who else... who is a guard of Demon-Suppressing Pass?"
Hearing Li Ping'an's voice, one Sword Cultivator froze briefly.
He drew a deep breath and walked over.
A Sixth Realm Sword Cultivator, he had