No matter how you look at it, over seven hundred Sword Cultivators from the Sword Sect cannot possibly defuse the Demon Race's army's simple, brutal, and direct offensive.
Because this time, the Demon Race's army didn't employ any tactics, they simply overpowered with sheer force.
No matter how powerful the Sword Sect's Sword Cultivators are, there are still limits to their strength.
Amidst the demonic mist, Demon Lord Taixuan gazed at Tigerhead City, his expression gradually regained an extreme calmness.
Yet deep within his eyes, there was still a hidden consideration and doubt.
The three thousand Sword Cultivators of the Sword Sect are dragons and phoenixes among men, genius-level figures, how could they be so foolish like ants trying to topple a tree, seeking their own doom?
He simply couldn't understand what these over seven hundred Sword Cultivators intended to do to hold them back.
Could they really hope to hold a pass alone against ten thousand adversaries?
