"The Dao rose one foot, and the devil rose ten; the road of cultivation truly stretched without end!" Green-robed Xiao Hua sighed, his face thick with shame, and followed Soul Cultivator Xiao Hua back into Xiao Hua's physical body.
Sun Jian stood far away, gazing at Demon Spirit Xiao Hua, who held a demonic blade, with a thoughtful look in his eyes. Xiao Hua merely glanced at Sun Jian without explaining anything, then shook the Kunlun Mirror and took Demon Spirit Xiao Hua back into his bloodline.
Afterward, neither Xiao Hua nor Sun Jian spoke another word. They simply stood atop the thunder boat—one casting Clear Sight Light to survey the attacks of the two immortal arrays, the other releasing divine sense to observe the changes in the devil array.
Amid earth-shaking cries of slaughter, another cup of tea's time passed unnoticed. The Creation Sect disciples' momentum from their initial all-out charge gradually wore away, and the battle began to deadlock. As bloody light surged from the devil array, more Devil Race warriors flew out to join the battle, and the Demonic Flame began showing signs of suppressing the Daoist sect's momentum!
"Not bad!" Xiao Hua watched and nodded slightly. "These Devil Race warriors are clearly different from those we encountered before. Their bodies are tough and their strength immense; their power is formidable. In one-on-one combat, aside from those at fourth-grade Yuan force or above, our Creation Sect disciples would likely be no match for them. Yet after several great battles, the Creation Sect disciples have learned to cooperate with one another. Relying on their formations, they can fight equal numbers of Devil Race warriors to a standstill. That is no easy feat."
"It is still too early to draw conclusions," Sun Jian said, far from optimistic. "As the