Crack!
Just then, a sound like thunder splitting the sky rang out above the heavens.
When everyone looked up, they saw an enormous sword phantom cleave a gash through the thick, layered black clouds above the sea of blood, shooting straight toward the place where demonic light bloomed at the summit.
In the initial clash, Rui Qingxue and Yang Yuanhong had joined forces to destroy one demonic cultivator's physical body.
The remaining few had all driven back their respective demonic cultivators. There had been eight demonic cultivators calling out a challenge earlier, and six had now been slain. By that count, three should still be hiding within the demonic light.
Thus, after killing three demonic cultivators, Ling Shuang had borrowed the soaring sword momentum layered up through victory after victory to unleash this strike.
If she could shatter the demonic light in one stroke, she could eliminate the threat posed by this group of demonic cultivators once and for all.
Crack!
Whoosh—
When the sword phantom collided with the demonic light, a deafening boom first erupted, followed by gusts of violent wind.
The wind was wild to the utmost extreme, stirring the sea of blood into the sky and turning it into rain, while scarlet tornadoes shot heavenward one after another.
Without the sword vessel's protection, the force of those sweeping winds alone would have been enough to make many righteous cultivators lose their Ability to Command Wind on the spot.
Yang Yuanhong stood atop the sword vessel, watching the fierce collision in the heavens and sensing the terrifying aura spilling from it.
A battle of this level had already entirely surpassed anything he could intervene in.
He had been able to resist and delay the Dao Zhen Resentful Ghost mainly because its strength had been diminished and it possessed