There was no tremendous roar, nor any great fluctuation. Where the brush fell, a green sprout emerged from the spatial rifts. In an instant, the sprout filled every crack, then slowly grew into a small patch of green moss!
"This is..." Sun Jian stared, dumbfounded. Seeming to recall something, he blurted out, "Ma Liang's Magic Brush?"
Beneath the green moss, the void made no further movement. The Devil Race that had been about to arrive had clearly been frightened back by Xiao Hua's bizarre method. Within moments, the hundreds of thousands of Demon Soldiers and Demon Generals in the demonic formation began to reorganize their ranks, while the scattered fragments in midair slowly vanished as well. Once the blood-red hue faded from those fragments, the hundreds of thousands of devils also disappeared into the void.
"We won! We won!"
"We defeated hundreds of thousands of devils!"
In an instant, all one hundred thousand disciples erupted into cheers. This was the first great battle of their lives, yet they had defeated a powerful enemy several times their number. How could they not be thrilled and proud? The blazing atmosphere spread for a thousand li. Even Sun Jian, whose face was usually cold and stern, could not help revealing a smile.
Yet just as the cheers began to subside, amid the winds of celebration, a choked "Wuwu..." suddenly broke into sobs. Everyone looked over and saw a slender female disciple. She held a long sword, and her body was covered in bloodstains. The stains had obscured the brilliance of her red garments, which had also been torn to shreds by the Devil Race. Yet strangely, although a large patch of blood covered the back of her clothes, the garment itself remained completely intact, without the slightest tear...
Looking again at the pearl