Seeing the sword cultivators' formation growing somewhat disorderly, Yuan Qing transmitted loudly, "Womb Sword Disciples, seize the swordsmen's corpses! Bright Sword disciples, kill the cultivators!"
That single sentence jolted the sword cultivators awake from their swarm-like confusion. In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the situation on the battlefield reversed once more, and the sword cultivators regained the upper hand!
Fortunately, at that moment, the cultivators' spell formation lit up again, drawing the cultivators whose spiritual power had already begun to run dry into the formation.
Seeing the cultivators retreat in defeat, the sword cultivators moved again. Half stood upon flying swords, their bright eyes fixed on the ground as they guarded against another sneak attack from the cultivators. The other half charged into the horde of Blood Fiend Beasts, snatching out the corpses of the swordsmen who had fallen earlier.
"Alas!" Ying Chao stood straight in midair, his face expressionless, though there was some pity in his eyes. He sighed. "We have only just come into contact with the cultivators, yet this battle has already turned out like this. It has truly exceeded this old man's expectations!"
"The affairs of war are far beyond the comparison of individual combat!" Yuan Qing looked coldly at the pools of blood on the ground. "Even if those of us with Illusion Sword cultivation entered the fray, we might still fall! Though this situation has indeed surpassed our expectations, what of the result?"
"The warriors of our Sword Domain far surpass the cultivators of the Dao Sect. If we cannot drive them back, what face will we have to return and see our elders and kin?" Ying Chao sneered as well. "Once Quanjin Mountain's defenses are broken, this old man will bathe Quanjin Mountain in blood!"
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