Li Ping'an stood with his back to the city wall, facing the boundless Demon Army.
They massed so thickly that they blotted out the sky and sun.
Li Ping'an planted his feet like pillars, his Fist Intent condensing around him.
That single movement brutally swept aside countless members of the Demon Army within a hundred li ahead, with no regard for resistance.
Beneath his Fist Intent, nothing survived.
Li Ping'an assumed his Fist Stance, his immense Fist Intent pouring forth like a vast ocean, as though his Fist Intent alone had formed a world of its own.
A Great Demon unhesitatingly brought forth three refined Life-bound Objects.
Yet they vanished like clay oxen entering the sea, never to be heard from again.
Though the Great Demon was hidden far away, the destruction of his Life-bound Objects left him worse off than dead, and he could only retreat from the battlefield.
Li Ping'an and Old Ox exchanged a glance, then the man and ox began Breaking Formation in two different directions.
To attempt Breaking Formation alone meant certain death.
Li Ping'an drew a deep breath, then cleared a path with his fists.
As far as his eyes could see ahead, nothing remained.
The splashing blood, the weapons and Magic Treasures floating in the air, the lingering fragments of armor.
All turned to dust in an instant, as though swallowed by a mighty force, disappearing without a trace.
The Demon Race Army surged forward fearlessly, each wave following the fallen.
The sounds of slaughter grew sharper, more chaotic, more intense.
Yet none could so much as touch Li Ping'an.
There were no Demon Soldiers within dozens of li of him.
Again and again, the Demon Army charged, only to be crushed head-on by Li Ping'an's mountain-heavy aura.
"It really does feel strange