Colored lights rose and fell without cease, wheeling and darting through the air.
Looking out across the field.
One saw nothing but attacks of every kind hurtling over like driving rain and swarming locusts.
Some of Huzhao's forces had already boldly crossed the Shuo River and were hunting down the routed Jadechen Disciples.
Sinister demonic energy coiled skyward, vaguely forming an invisible giant hand that churned the river into boiling chaos and drastically altered the surrounding skies!
It was clearly noon, with a golden sun hanging high.
Yet bleak, gloomy clouds rising on all sides obscured it, and fierce winds scoured the ground.
Waves of mournful demonic sounds rose and fell, shaking people's minds!
Several miles away, a Cloud-Sweeping Sect disciple had just driven back several Yin Demons with his sword. He immediately opened his mouth and spat out a jet of fierce fire, engulfing them in a torrent of flame that burned them to ash in moments.
After finishing all this.
The Cloud-Sweeping Sect disciple dared not linger in battle for even an instant. He turned the escape light beneath his feet and fled onward once more.
But before he had gone even a hundred feet.
Even the troops he commanded could only withdraw from the northern lands in panic, suffering considerable losses.
Yet however hard he exerted himself, he could not escape the battle, leaving him utterly helpless.
Thus.
Not only had our side destroyed the Spirit-Treasure Altar and routed his troops, leaving him unable to produce any more Evil-Expelling Divine Generals to support the battle, but he himself had also fallen unconscious from grievous wounds and nearly lost his life.
"Our sect's Hook-and-Cross Fortresses have now linked into a formation. Before long, we can draw upon it to stir the heavy, turbid killing intent, and the outcome