They're Deceiving Us!
The demon army summoned from the Myriad Phenomena Sect, together with the Devil Race already surrounding the Flowing Light Sword Sect, launched a final assault on the sect's protective formation.
The seemingly impregnable formation was finally shattered into pieces under the combined attack of several demon generals.
The moment the formation was broken, Sang Zheng and his men, who were holding the line, were covered in blood and their expressions were filled with grief and indignation, as if they wanted to die with the soon-to-be-destroyed Flowing Light Sword Sect.
One of the elders roared and, gripping his longsword, charged towards the demon generals. Fortunately, a middle-aged cultivator beside him grabbed him, preventing the elder from losing his life in vain.
The demon generals were overjoyed to see this. Even though they had never seen these cultivators before, their inherent righteous and demonic stances had already destined them to be enemies.
The female demon curled her lips into a smile as she watched the disciples of the Flowing Light Sword Sect flee in all directions. She finally found an opportunity to vent the frustration she had accumulated over the past few days.
"Attack with all your might and completely conquer the Flowing Light Sword Sect!" As soon as the demon generals gave the order, the demon army stormed in.
The elders still wanted to put up a stubborn resistance, but Elder Yanhua, who was in charge, seemed to be injured. Having lost such an important fighting force, the others had no way to resist even if they wanted to.
Even Sang Zheng could only shout at the others with a grim face and utmost seriousness, "Quickly take the disciples and leave! Now!"
At this moment, everyone understood the fate of the Flowing Light Sword Sect. The young disciples, tears streaming down their faces, carried their wounded companions on their shoulders and hurriedly fled the sect that the elders had opened up, a passage that no longer belonged to them.
The Flowing Light Sword Sect members fled quickly and in an orderly fashion amidst the chaos. Almost everyone had evacuated in less than half an hour after the sect's gates were breached.
Such a phenomenon was inherently abnormal, and the female demon, with her meticulous mind, immediately sensed that something was amiss.
"Why did they run so fast? Isn't this the sect they've protected for so many years? Why did these people abandon it so easily?" The female demon general frowned. For some reason, she felt that something was wrong.
The other demon generals didn't have as many thoughts as she did; they were all currently basking in the joy of having finally overcome this tough obstacle. Hearing the female demon general's mood-ruining words, they naturally didn't give her a pleasant look either.
"No matter how precious a sect is, it can't compare to life. These cultivators value their lineage most. If their sect's lineage is severed, it would probably be more painful for them than dying here," one of the demon generals replied.
Another horned demon general chimed in, "Besides, wasn't their sect leader injured by our Demon Lord before? Without their sect leader's order to defend to the death, these cultivators are naturally unwilling to fight to the death for their sect. Stop worrying unnecessarily. Instead of thinking so much, the important thing now is to quickly capture those cultivators and completely transform the Twin Orchid Realm into our Devil Race's territory."
The female demon general wanted to say more, as her intuition was always sharp and she could sense that something was wrong; these righteous cultivators were definitely suspicious!
The other demon generals, however, had no desire to listen to her any further. They flapped their wings and charged into the Flowing Light Sword Sect!
Sang Zheng and another elder with extraordinary Swordsmanship stood guard at the rear of the group, waiting for the demon generals to attack so they could repel them into the Flowing Light Sword Sect's territory. Once most of the demons were trapped in the formation, it would be time for Wen Miaoshu to activate the trapping formation.
Two sharp wind blades came straight at him. Sang Zheng quickly turned around to meet them and finally managed to block the Black Feather Devil General's barrage of wind blades.
He exchanged a glance with the elder beside him, and the two immediately drew their swords and stepped forward, giving the demon generals no chance to escape from the Flowing Light Sword Sect.
However, the other demon generals soon caught up. Sang Zheng could hold their own against two against two, but with six demon generals attacking at once, they were struggling to keep up.
Taking advantage of Sang Zheng and his companions being distracted, the female demon general attempted to bypass their defenses, catch up with the fleeing disciples, and wipe them all out in one fell swoop.
A ball of Demonic Qi carrying a strong ominous meaning emerged from her palm, and she raised her hand to smash it towards the group of low-level cultivators at the back of the line.
This Demonic Qi energy was extremely powerful; if it had actually struck those disciples, they would have had no chance of survival.
Sang Zheng caught a glimpse of this scene and only wanted to turn around to block it. However, the Black Feather Devil General quickly blocked his way, giving him no chance to escape.
Seeing the Demonic Qi getting closer and closer to his disciples, Sang Zheng, who had failed several times in his attempts to break through the encirclement, was furious. He had come up with this plan to lure the enemy in, not to cause his own disciples to die innocently!
Fortunately, at the crucial moment, a hand managed to pinch the ball of Demonic Qi.
The Demonic Power Demonic Qi, which had been surging and seemed ready to explode at any moment, instantly deflated, becoming as soft and docile as a cotton candy.
The hand slightly increased its pressure; to an outsider, it appeared as if he had merely squeezed the Demonic Qi slightly. The entire mass of Demonic Qi, which could have annihilated dozens of cultivators, instantly vanished.
"You!" The female demon was about to curse and utter harsh words when she looked up and met a familiar face.
Hearing her call, Jiulian raised her eyebrows and looked over, just in time to see the female demon general's astonished expression. "What's wrong with me?"
The female demon general's face paled instantly, as if she had suddenly realized something. Another demon general answered her, "You are a cultivator of Ten Thousand Daos Born; you shouldn't be here!"
"Didn't you leave the Twin Orchid Realm? We saw you leave in a flying boat with our own eyes!"
They couldn't believe their eyes; the scene before them made them vaguely realize that something was wrong.
"They're lying to us!" the female demon gritted her teeth. "They've tricked us! We've been fooled!"
But by then it was too late; Jiulian's arrival immediately reversed the tide of battle. Sang Zheng and the other two joined forces to force them into the Flowing Light Sword Sect.
After hearing a low growl from the sky and seeing the sect's spirit beast flying in mid-air to deliver the message, Sang Zheng understood that this was a warning that the formation was about to be activated.
He took out an earth-elemental Spirit Crystal from his pocket and pressed it into the soil beneath his feet. The Spirit Crystal instantly merged into the earth, and in the blink of an eye, the entire Flowing Light Sword Sect was enveloped by a barrier, and all intruders within it had no chance of escaping.
Seeing that the formation was complete, and that the barrier, which had cost dozens of Spirit Crystal to build, showed no signs of damage no matter how the demon generals attacked it, Jiulian and the others, relieved, led the other disciples who had fallen behind the group and hurried towards the foot of the immortal mountain.
Behind them, a long, drawn-out dragon roar soon resounded through the sky.
Dark, ominous clouds completely obscured the sunlight, and a giant black dragon soared into the sky amidst thunderous roars.
The electric arcs, like sharp swords, slashed towards the Flowing Light Sword Sect. The demons trapped in the formation trembled uncontrollably, no longer displaying the same unbridled boldness they had shown when they breached the mountain gate.
At the foot of the mountain, Sang Ying, who was still in the backyard of the city lord's mansion, had already taken out the Floating River Sword from her Storage Bag. She looked up at the black dragon on the horizon and silently raised her hand towards the sky. "Go, go to his side."
A wisp of golden Merit emerged from her fingertip and then, at a speed imperceptible to others, pierced directly into the black dragon's body.
The next second, the lightning tribulation descended.