In the deep-blue world where neither sun nor moon could be seen, the earth and sky resembled a frozen deep sea. Everything was icy, and even the Soulflames burning on those towering giants were cold. Only blood ran hot.
Slash-
Yue Wen cut down another Demonic Cultivator of the Soul-Controlling Sect amid the crowd. A streak of blood sprayed into the sky. As the Demonic Cultivator wailed, more threads of spirituality flowed back into Yue Wen's body.
He had never practiced saber techniques, so he could only rely on his footwork to dart through the crowd, seizing openings to slash.
Most of these Soul-Controlling Sect disciples were Demonic Cultivators who were likewise unskilled in martial combat. By comparison, Yue Wen's martial skills were quite strong. Even fighting many at once, he usually killed three or four before taking a spear thrust.
But the biggest problem was that their attacks could not penetrate Yue Wen's defenses at all.
Although he currently possessed only a soul, whenever these battle banners, which were particularly effective against souls, drew near him, his spell-suppressing power suppressed them. Their sharp points then failed to pierce his sturdy defenses.
They could only let Yue Wen swing back and cut down whoever had attacked him.
The little black snake was exceptionally excited. Its intense delight and bloodlust also affected Yue Wen somewhat, leaving a faint, sinister smile on his face throughout.
This put even greater psychological pressure on the Soul-Controlling Sect disciples.
This man is terrifying. You can't hurt him at all, but one slash from him can drain you dry, and then he gets even stronger. After killing someone, he even cackles, his eyes full of excitement...
Compared to him, what kind of Demonic Cultivators are we?
By the time Yue Wen had slaughtered more than half