The two Demon Generals on the plains, the demon elder of even higher cultivation, and the duke of Xuelao City all had abnormally grave expressions.
The remnants of the sword intent drifted to the summit of Mount Nuorilang.
The Demon Commander grabbed at the air and brought it to her nose to sniff, feeling a little wary.
The Mount Li Sect Master had broken through ten-some years ago, but he had not received much attention. In the view of many people, this old Daoist, who had never left the sect, had only relied on the supreme techniques of the Mount Li Sword Sect and several hundred years of bitter cultivation to barely break into the Divine Domain. He truly didn't count for much.
Who could have imagined that his cultivation in the path of the sword was so astonishing that he had already walked on the second threshold?
Mao Qiuyu looked at the Mount Li Sect Master and said, "I will have to trouble Sir today."
The Mount Li Sect Master glanced at Mount Nuorilang and waved his hand. "I can't beat this villain."
Without waiting for Mao Qiuyu to speak, he pointed at the two Demon Generals on the plains and said, "These two can't beat me, so let me."
Mao Qiuyu and Huai Ren were taken aback, thinking, how magnanimous are these words, and also thinking, who will deal with the Demon Commander?
There was no time to think. The fog in the dark path was getting thicker and thicker, and those tall figures were getting clearer and clearer.
The demon elders and the duke of Xuelao City had already descended onto the battlefield. If they were not stopped, the Central Army Tent would suffer a direct attack.
In the breeze, Huai Ren went to meet the duke in his fluttering robe. Mao Qiuyu, on the other hand, waved his sleeves and went to block the member of the Council of Elders.
The Mount Li Sect Master held his sword in his right hand and the sheath in his left. Stepping on a rainbow light, he charged at the two Demon Generals.
The experts of the Divine Domain appeared one after another, their powerful Qis clashing against each other, stirring up gales and dust.
A sword glow tore apart everything in the world, followed by a ray of heavenly light that illuminated the plains.
Demon Qi as thick as the darkness gushed out of the valley, devouring the sword glow like a true dragon from the abyss.
The heavens turned upside down and the earth went dark.
Countless unimaginable miraculous scenes played out in the sky and on the earth. Some of the mountain peaks near Nuorilang were completely flattened, golden blood dripping down from the sky, igniting in the wind and emitting boundless heat and holy light. Meanwhile, the blood of the demon experts was like ink, painting the sky even darker.
In that short period of time, it felt like countless days and nights had passed.
The human army on the plains relied on the barrier of the array to barely hold on against the shockwaves produced by the collisions of the Divine Domain experts. Occasionally, the experts of the army and their crossbows would try to help the human Divine Domain experts, but they were unable to break free from the harassment of the wolf cavalry.
The Demon Commander remained on the sidelines, her cold and cruel gaze piercing through her helmet towards a certain place in the south, waiting for someone.
About a hundred miles to the west was the most dangerous right camp of the Western Army.
No one had expected that the most important personage of the Western Army, the Prince of Xiang, would not remain in the rear, nor would he pay any attention to the people of the Cong Province Army headquarters.
The streams of light in front of Mount Nuorilang could be seen clearly in the sky. Even though they were more than a hundred li away, they seemed to be right in front of their eyes.
The Prince of Xiang's hands rested on the fat dripping down from his belt as he squinted at the sword glows and demon Qi, his thoughts inscrutable.
If he had set off at the start of the battle, he should have been able to participate in this rare chaotic battle between the Sanctuary powerhouses.
But he did not do this. He believed that it was still far from the most crucial moment. The most crucial thing was that not everyone had arrived.
Yes, just like the Demon Commander, he was also waiting for a person to arrive.
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"He's here! He's here! "
Cries of joy rose from the rear of the Central Army Tent.
These cries were like sparks thrown into boiling oil, quickly spreading throughout the entire camp and the entire battlefield.
Whether it was the human soldiers or the wolf cavalry on the perimeter, they all heard this distant voice.
He had arrived.
That person had finally arrived.
The winds howled.
The gravel slapped against the blades of grass, making a pitter-patter sound.
A person appeared before everyone, dressed in a cloth gown that had been washed so many times that it had turned white. His face was unpresentable, and he looked like an accountant who owed a great deal of money.
Wang Po had arrived.
No one knew where he had been a moment ago.
No one knew where he had come from.
This was not the Central Army Tent. He was not in the habit of standing at the commander-in-chief's side.
This was not the storeroom. He had no interest in playing games.
He walked over from the south.
To the south was the world of the human race.
His shoulders were drooping as usual, making it easy for him to grasp the hilt of his saber.
The grassland was in chaos, desperate battles of life and death taking place everywhere. Shouts and cries of pain rose and fell, and the winds and sand obscured the eyes of many people.
In such a vast and complicated scene, Wang Po was just a very inconspicuous dot. No one should have noticed him.
But when he walked over from the south, everyone, including the soldiers and experts of the Devil Race, saw him.
No matter how wretched his clothes were, how ordinary his demeanor, how dazzling the world he resided in, he still possessed the strongest sense of existence.
The Demon Commander, however, closed her eyes.
The temperature on the summit suddenly plummeted, and the black rocks were covered in a thin layer of white frost.
Against an opponent like Wang Po, even she had to be cautious and use all her strength.
Wang Po did not seem to move very quickly, as if he were walking at a normal pace, but he very quickly passed through the human camp and arrived on the battlefield.
The situation on the battlefield was abnormally complex. Unexpected situations could occur at any time, bringing many variables and dangers.
But Wang Po did not quicken his pace, nor did he change his direction. He continued to calmly walk.
The Demon Commander closed her eyes to gather energy, to prepare for their encounter later on. That was assuredly a heaven-shaking thunderous strike.
Wang Po was no stranger to this.
Back in Tanzhe Temple on the outskirts of the capital, he had sat under that ginkgo tree for ten-some days and nights, his blade never unsheathed. He was comprehending the path of the blade, and he was also gathering energy.
It was only because of this that he had been able to kill Tie Shu with a single strike of his blade on the banks of the Luo River.
At this moment, he was walking towards the mountain peak. This process was also accumulating power.
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The ranking of Demon Generals was similar to that of the Divine Generals of the Great Zhou. Seniority and reputation were taken into consideration, but the most important factor was absolute strength.
Syndicate was currently the third-ranked Demon General of the Demon race, possessing an extremely powerful cultivation. None of the Divine Generals of the Great Zhou were a match for him, and coupled with the fact that he was deeply trusted by the young Demon Lord and had been granted a few powerful demon artifacts, he could be considered a true expert of the Divine Domain in terms of fighting strength.
Just now, that sword glow had shaved off a small portion of his demon horn and caused him to bleed and be in such a sorry state, besides the profound nature of the Mount Li Sect Master's attack, was also because he had somewhat underestimated his foe.
Moreover, he had not expected the sword in this old Daoist's hand to be so terrifyingly sharp.
This injury had made him much more clear-headed and cautious. Together with the Eighth Demon General and a few other experts of the military, he fought with the Mount Li Sect Master, appearing very composed.
He saw Wang Po walking across the battlefield, but he found it impossible to escape the envelopment of the Mount Li Sect Master's sword intent. With a fierce howl, he ordered the wolf cavalry to attack Wang Po. At the same time, he indicated with his eyes that the Eighth Demon General should work with him, bringing the entire force to the center of the battlefield.
No matter how frightening those wolf cavalry were, they could not injure Wang Po. The Third Demon General understood this point. He only hoped that he could interrupt Wang Po's gathering energy.
In a battle between Wang Po and the Demon Commander, even the tiniest influence could directly alter the course of the battle.
The Mount Li Sect Master guessed at this Demon General's intentions. His long brows fluttered as he lightly flicked his finger.
The Heaven Shrouding Sword had just shattered the third demon artifact, leaving the Eighth Demon General covered in blood. Suddenly, it encountered that gust of wind and gave off a crisp hum.
The sword hum was extremely clear and cold, spreading over the entire plain.
Several seemingly ordinary soldiers walked out from the chaotic battlefield and came to Wang Po's side.
The wolf cavalry began to charge.
The bloodthirsty wolves' eyes were filled with madness while the demon cavalry let out unpleasant howls.
Several awe-inspiring sword intents soared into the sky and slashed at them.
Those ordinary soldiers were actually elders of Mount Li's Sword Hall!
Cold swords flashed as the wolf cavalry dropped to the ground, blood splashing everywhere.
Several Sword Hall elders walked at Wang Po's side like bodyguards.
No matter which side the wolf cavalry charged from, they would cut them down.
They wanted to ensure that Wang Po would not be disturbed in any way.
Even if this would affect their swords, even if it would injure them.
Before the battle with the Demon Commander began, Wang Po should have done nothing.
In the view of many people, this was the only way to look at the overall situation.
But Wang Po had never been a person who could calmly accept the good intentions of others.
If he did that, how could his blade be as powerful as it was today?
On the western side of the plain, Huai Ren was currently battling with that member of the Demon Council of Elders.
The elegant and austere finger energy pierced through the air like an arrow, shattering dozens of Yuan Qi Locks and leaving deep bloody holes on the Demon Race Grand Elder's body.
The Worldstream Divine Finger truly was no small matter, especially when used by a Divine Domain expert.
The demon elder gave a harsh howl as he snatched the scepters of the two tribal leaders and sucked in the souls attached to them, instantly healing his injuries.
Not only that, his demon body began to visibly grow larger. He was now ten-some zhang tall and, cloaked in the darkness, he seemed like a demon god.
At this moment, a clear metallic cry came from the distance.
It was the sound of metal scraping against each other. The blade was about to be unsheathed!
The demon elder's expression suddenly changed. Confirming that he had no time to dodge, he let out a strange cry of despair and fell like a mountain toward Huai Ren!
The blade intent that seemed to come from beyond the heavens cut a hole in the darkness.
With several crisp sounds, several wounds appeared on the demon elder's shoulder.
The light from the heavens shone on the horsetail whisk, white as silk, and gathered into a cloud that bombarded the demon elder's chest.
The Demon Race's Grand Elder suddenly shattered, turning into black powder that filled the sky. The wild grass within a radius of several li withered upon touching it!
Huai Ren's face was pale and blood trickled down from the corner of her lips.
She turned to the center of the battlefield.
Wang Po was walking toward the mountain as if he had done nothing at all.
Many gazes fell on his body.
His hand was already gripping the sheath.
His thumb was pressed against the lower edge of the hilt.
A section of the metal blade was exposed.
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