Wang Lang knew the matter was urgent, so his words were exceptionally concise. Yet by the end, his handsome eyes had already turned faintly red.
"Two Devil Generals? What were their exact realms?"
Mo Qing immediately pressed for details. The other Nascent Soul cultivators also fixed their gazes tightly on Wang Lang. Wang Lang suddenly found it difficult to breathe; his chest rose and fell rapidly as he forced out the words.
"This disciple... this disciple's cultivation is shallow. I... I could not see through their cultivation!"
"One was an early... early-stage... one... one... one was a mid-stage Devil General..."
Just then, Yu Yuan's somewhat strained voice came through in fits and starts.
"Hiss..."
The moment Yu Yuan's words fell, sharp gasps rose from the crowd below the platform.
For one thing, in recent years, the remaining Devil Race had been hunted across the Desolate Moon Continent until they fled like dogs without a home. Hardly any devil cultivators dared show themselves anymore.
By now, many people believed that the invading Devil Race had likely all been wiped out.
Yet this time, so many Devil Race cultivators had appeared at once, including two Nascent Soul-level Devil Generals.
As the Nascent Soul cultivators on the platform reeled from their shock, other thoughts surged up in their hearts as well.
"This Ten-Step Academy truly deserves to be called a sect of sword cultivators. Its techniques are peerless in their sharpness.
Yu Yuan is only at the early Nascent Soul stage, yet after being injured in an ambush, she still managed to force her way out from the hands of two Devil Generals and bring so many disciples with her. Truly remarkable!"
"Yu Yuan is merely an outer sword cultivator. If she had been a cultivator from the Inner Sword Academy, what kind