Long spears, Battle Halberds, and Sharp Spears needed only a forceful, unadorned thrust to pierce a Fierce Beast's chest. Yet the beasts behind them feared no death, trampling their companions' corpses as they leaped into the air, baring fangs and brandishing claws to take the cultivators' lives. The Soul Cultivators in the formations fired Soul Arrows, each capable of piercing a Fierce Beast's throat.
The Divine Cultivators took to the air to fight, working with the Soul Boats to slay the flying beasts while remaining ready to support the battle on the ground.
In this battle, Mu Bai had not chosen to strike out alone. Instead, he led several hundred cultivators of the Second Level and above in a Dagger Formation, driving straight into the beast horde.
Mu Bai's Golden Body shone brilliantly. Serving as the blade's point himself, he wielded the Twin Fish Sword, utterly disregarding his flesh wounds. He killed every beast he saw and hacked down any that drew close, reaping countless Fierce Beast heads along the way.
The cultivators on either flank likewise abandoned defense for attack, using all their strength to slay the charging Fanged Vicious Beasts. When their strength failed, they retreated into the formation, and others came out to replace them and continue the slaughter, rotating without pause.
At this stage of the battle, distinctions between Soul Cultivators and Body Cultivators had long vanished. They sought only one word: "Kill!"
The dagger drove forward, leaving beast corpses strewn in its wake.
After advancing several miles, they had thrust into the earlier main battlefield. Beneath their feet lay bloody mire; beneath their feet lay a carpet of corpses. Then they would wade through blood, then they would tread on corpses to fight.
The cultivators swung their Soul Soldiers, their arms already numb and their