Now, all the Demon Soldiers on the scene, their Hongmeng Ancient Swords, have been reclaimed by Mo Xue Ming, significantly reducing their combat effectiveness. If they linger any longer, they might be counterattacked by the Heavenly Dao Palace.
In an instant, the hundred thousand Demon Soldiers retreated cleanly, their movements crisp and swift.
However, the square was left strewn with the corpses of the Heavenly Dao Palace disciples, a scene of devastation.
"Sword, come!"
In the sky, Mo Xue Ming shouted again, his entire body surging with blood essence and energy, and in the blink of an eye, he forged another hundred thousand flying swords. Countless flying swords swirled around him, carrying sharp edges, and once again slashed towards Xuanyuan Moxie.
"This guy, his strength is so solid!"
