"Kill!"
"Slay the devils!"
"Cut down the demons!"
"Winds rise and clouds surge, curtaining the heavens and raining upon the earth!"
"Devil souls howl, Mind-Losing Technique!"
"Golden light illuminates the world, Great Light-Splitting Technique!"
"Devil Art, Spirit Devouring!"
"..."
"..."
This was a dim battlefield stained red with blood. Broken sabers and shattered swords studded the hills, and blood gurgled in every direction.
Endless cries of slaughter resounded through the clouds, and saber flashes and sword shadows filled every corner.
The sky was densely packed with figures of the Demon Race and the Devil Clan.
The ground was littered with fallen, mutilated corpses, some devils, some demons.
Without a doubt, a savage battle was raging here!
Everyone here was fighting with no regard for their own life.
At that moment, a silver-haired young man suddenly climbed to his feet on the battlefield below.
The longsword he had held was already broken, and one of his eyes had become a bloody hole.
Of the nine snow-white tails behind him, six were gone, leaving only three.
The young man's expression was initially bewildered, before a trace of blood stirred in it.
"I, Tushan Yi, am actually still alive."
Then he recalled what had just happened. He had been fighting two devils in the sky, and had just cut off one devil's head with his sword when the other, eyes bloodshot, ignored the sword tip he swept upward and thrust a spear at his eye, intent on taking him down with him.
In the end, his sword tip had sliced through the devil's heart, but the spear had also pierced his left eye, sending him plummeting to the ground, into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Standing atop the endless remains, Tushan Yi sighed softly.
"Perhaps those two devils were