But now, they found themselves still standing on the edge of a cliff, and wherever they stepped, everything would lead to the abyss.
Some people were shaking, some were sobbing, and some were closing their eyes in despair.
The scary-looking man’s lips moved several times, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn’t say anything.
He looked at Zi’er’s purple figure, then at the divine army behind him that was like an iron wall, and finally, as if all his strength had been drained, he slowly stood up.
“finish……”
His voice was hoarse and hollow, as if the last trace of strength was being squeezed from the depths of his throat, “Fight him to the death.”
The kneeling devil cultivators were forced to stand up one by one by an invisible force.
They held magical artifacts in their hands, but the once familiar weapons now felt like a heavy burden.
Their legs were shaking, their faces were filled with fear, but they had no other choice.
Tens of thousands of demon cultivators, led by several leaders, charged towards Zi’er.
Their steps were slow and heavy, each step like a struggle in the mud.
There were no battle cries, no fighting spirit, only numbness and despair born of being pushed to the brink.
Zi’er stood still, watching the devil cultivators rush in like a tidal wave, her cold face still expressionless.
His gaze was calm, as if he was observing a group of moths flying towards a blazing fire.
David stood on the steps in front of the main hall, observing this scene, his brows furrowed slightly.
He reached out and grabbed Jiang Xuelan’s wrist, then led her a few steps back behind the threshold of the main hall.
“Aren’t you going to do anything about them?” Jiang Xuelan’s voice was very gentle.
“They themselves chose this path.”
David’s voice was calm, but sounded a little cold, “They only chose to submit to Jin Wuhao, and now they have to bear the consequences of their choice. I can’t save everyone who betrayed me.”
He was telling the truth.
When those demonic cultivators knelt down and begged for mercy from Jin Wuhao, did they ever think about David’s feelings?
Have you ever thought about the feelings of those who are still struggling?
Now they have to bear the consequences of their choices.
Jiang Xuelan was silent for a moment, then said nothing more.
He just stood beside David, peering at the battlefield outside through the gap in the hall door.
The demon cultivators finally rushed Zi’er.
The scary-looking man in the front row raised his long black sword and slashed it towards Zi’er’s head.
That sword strike contained an attitude of desperation, as if he had disregarded his own life and death.
But Zi’er only raised her hand slightly.
A flash of purple sword light.
The sinister-looking man froze on the spot, his black longsword still hanging in the air, but his hand had lost all strength.
A thin line of blood, as thin as hair, stretched from his forehead to his chest. Then his body slowly split from the middle, falling to both sides, with blood and internal organs splashing all over the ground.
One sword finishes.
Zi’er’s sword didn’t stop for a moment.
His figure moved like a purple whirlwind, quickly breaking through the crowd of devil cultivators.
The purple longsword spun, slashed, swept, and stabbed in his hand, each movement bringing forth blood and screams.
A streak of purple sword light swept out, slicing tens of demonic cultivators in half at the waist, their upper and lower bodies separated. They thrashed on the ground for a moment before finally dying.
Another purple sword ray slashed downwards, engulfing the hundreds of demonic cultivators at the forefront.
Wherever the sword light passed, the demonic energy protecting those demonic cultivators shattered into pieces like paper, their bodies cut into countless fragments, turning into a rain of blood that fell from the sky.
“Ah!”
Screams, wails, pleas for mercy, and cries mixed together, echoing under the golden sky.
The devil cultivators finally gave up. They threw their magic artifacts and turned to run, but Zi’er’s sword was faster than their footsteps.
One sword slash, then another.
Each attack claimed hundreds of lives.
From the time the first devil cultivator fell to the time the last devil cultivator fled, it was less than the time it takes an incense stick to burn.
Tens of thousands of devil cultivators were dead or injured, their corpses lying haphazardly in the open space. Dark red blood flowed like a river, winding through the rubble and gravel, turning the scorched earth into a dark red swamp.
FAQ Novel
Q: Why is Jin Wuhao so surprised by Zi’er?
A: Jin Wuhao is surprised and angered because Zi’er reveals she is not from the Twentieth Heaven, hinting at a higher origin.
Q: What difficult choice do the demon cultivators face?
A: The demon cultivators are ordered by Jin Wuhao to kill Zi’er, a powerful figure they fear, or face his wrath.
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