An Elder in white robes strode through the air, seventy-two crystalline jade swords floating behind him.
His face was stern, his eyes flashed like lightning, and with every step he took, Sword Qi spontaneously formed a staircase beneath his feet. He was the foremost of Great Jin's Ten Great Cultivators—Sword Immortal Liu He.
"Such paltry ghostspawn dare invade the territory of our Human Race?"
Liu He snorted coldly and lightly tapped with two fingers formed into a sword gesture.
The seventy-two jade swords behind him instantly transformed into streams of light and shot forth, each sword precisely piercing through the brow of a Ghost General.
More terrifyingly, after killing their targets, the jade swords did not stop. Instead, they continued seeking their next prey, weaving a net of death through the air.
"Rise, sword formation!"
With Liu He's sharp cry, the seventy-two jade swords suddenly froze in midair, forming a profound sword formation.
Within the sword formation's range, every ghost creature's movements immediately slowed as though they had sunk into a muddy swamp.
"A good chance!" Seeing this, Zhou Xun immediately activated the Violet Jade Thunder Lance. "Nine Heavens Thunder Prison, kill!"
Thunderlight and the sword formation echoed with one another, forming a domain of death where lightning and swords intertwined.
The ghost creatures trapped within let out shrill screams, turning to ash beneath the incomparably rigid and yang thunder-sword power.
Netherfiend True Lord was not to be outdone either. The six-armed demon god manifestation suddenly opened the third eye on its brow. The instant that dark-golden demonic eye opened, the space within a thousand zhang came to a halt.
"Eighteen Hells Cleave!"
All six demonic arms swung at once, each arm slashing out three heaven-shaking blade radiances.
The eighteen blade radiances were each a different color, representing the ultimate