Demon Sword Sect's Undercover

"Counterattack, not a breakout?" A Nascent Soul cultivator was very surprised.

Time was pressing. Zhuolang Palace was built by the edge of a sea cliff. From their position, the shadows in the sea beneath them became more apparent by the moment. Yet, the Sea Demons above Zhuolang Palace were caught in a frenzy, focusing solely on the palace, neglecting the abnormality under the sea. To the Sea Demons' subconscious, the depths belonged solely to them—what danger could there be?

"Reinforcements have arrived! The arrow is on the bowstring! Everyone, prepare to strike!"

The Masters glanced around. In the pouring rain, there was no sign of reinforcements. Yet they chose to believe, thinking Fairy Hong Xiu might have special means of contact.

"Should we preserve..."

"Preserve what? What's left to guard on the Ying Platform? A thrilling battle is our greatest fortune. Everyone, whether Nascent Soul, Golden Core, or Foundation Establishment, forget about Zhuolang Palace—it's nothing but a coffin!"

No sooner had the words fallen than a gigantic whale launched itself from beneath the sea, unnaturally wagging its head and tail, rushing into the air!

What on earth was this? It wasn't a whale but seemed like a giant puppet, stirring turbid waves. The whale's head spouted out a large volume of water vapor, engulfing its entire body in a watery cloud.

"What kind of monster is this? Never heard of the Whale Clan crafting a wooden puppet whale body!"

A Nascent Soul Sea Demon was perplexed, then suddenly sensed something amiss. Within the vast mist trailing the giant whale, tiny spots of light broke through, one after another, linking into a cluster!

A piercing screech resonated through the sky. Hundreds of light points closed in almost instantly, less than a hundred feet above, as nearly twenty Nascent Soul Great Demons suddenly faced a fatal attack!

There was nowhere to hide, no escape!

"It's the Sword Cultivators!"

A Great Demon, full of holes from the attacks, issued a final warning.

And that wasn't all—behind those hundred light points came even more, tens of thousands of sword lights!

The vanguard in the charge was Hou Niao leading a hundred Body Sword Cultivators, followed by a hundred Flying Sword Cultivators led by Li Chuping and Yu Zhengxing. Each of them could release at least a hundred sword lights. Many like Li and Yu could manage three to four hundred. With the Sword Light Division, tens of thousands of sword lights closely followed the Body Sword Cultivators, overwhelming the entire sky!

... Inside Zhuolang Palace, six Masters dissolved the array. "A hundred years of nurturing talents on the Ying Platform—victory or defeat is decided today!"

After suppressing their frustrations for over a month, a release was finally at hand. No one wished to remain in place—it was neither necessary nor meaningful!

Just as Fairy Hong Xiu said, regardless of victory or defeat, the opportunity to fight a desperate battle was worth fighting to the death for the Ying Platform and for themselves!

When the giant whale leaped from the sea, they dissolved the formation and mobilized, but not faster than the sword lights. By the time the cultivators of Ying Platform rushed out of Zhuolang Palace, the first wave of sword tides had already swept through the bodies of the Nascent Soul Great Demons. At the moment, it was unclear who lived and who died.

Then came the second wave of tens of thousands of sword lights, leaving no chance for the Great Demons to catch their breath!

It was only then that the celestial phenomena of Dao elimination began to appear in the sky, one after another...

It was hard to say how many the Body Sword and Flying Sword killed, but this exquisite cooperation was something crude Sea Demons couldn't withstand. They made too many mistakes, didn't pay attention to their footing, didn't identify the giant whale's reality in time. Of course, what was most crucial was the breath emitted by the giant whale when it leaped out. That was the breath of an Outer Space Spiritual Whale, uniquely deceptive to the Sea Clan.

Nearby, Tianfeng Daoist's timely cover from just a hundred feet away made what happened next a foregone conclusion.

Tianfeng Daoist didn't make another move—there was no need. His Whale Breath was indeed fantastic, but the Sword Formation of the Sword Cultivators was also beyond his expectations, far more potent than he imagined. He believed that no Nascent Soul entity on Jinxiu Continent could escape alive, not just Sea Demons, but humans too.

Hmm, it seems the Jinxiu Sword Vein isn't entirely without merit?

The slaughter happened so swiftly that everyone hadn't fully grasped it at first, but a large number of Sea Demons had already converged towards their Demon Ancestor's position, encountering the outgoing Ying Platform's cultivators.

Six Nascent Souls, around two hundred Golden Core, and about a thousand Foundation Establishments—this was Ying Platform's final reserve, with no holding back.

To have the opportunity to charge out for a battle was already very satisfying.

The Sea Demons surrounded the Ying Platform cultivators. Even thousands of Golden Core Sea Demons made the battle incredibly strenuous for the Nascent Soul Masters. The numerical disparity was so immense that killing a few wouldn't solve the problem, but the total annihilation of the Nascent Soul Demon Ancestors turned it into a different outcome.

A large group of Sea Demons turned Ying Platform's cultivators into their venting targets, while those Sword Cultivators behind the chaos had vanished.

... Hou Niao led the charge, the sword group closely following, heading straight up into the clouds. He hadn't forgotten—there were still ten Nascent Soul Sea Demons in the clouds, his true target.

The Nascent Soul Demon Ancestors must be eradicated to discuss later matters.

The Great Demons in the clouds were puzzled. They sensed the celestial phenomena of Dao elimination occurring one after another. Their first reaction was that the human Zhuolang Palace had been breached—now was the time for slaughter.

This was the typical response given tens of thousands of Sea Clan attacking—what else could happen?

However, as the phenomenon continued incessantly, it quickly became more than just a few but over a dozen, leaving them completely bewildered. Should they descend, or stay where they were?

The clouds beneath were too thick, too thick to see through visually, and greatly interfering with Divine Sense. While hesitating, the cloud layer suddenly emitted tens of thousands of luminous rays. This time, the Flying Sword Cultivators' wave of flying swords took the lead.

In shock, the Sea Demons reacted differently. Some responded fiercely, some rushed down immediately, and some retreated, trying to discern the situation...

Most managed to evade the flying sword group without sustaining fatal injuries. After all, the Sword Cultivators' attack distance was rather long this time. Being Nascent Soul entities, they were incredibly robust.

But they couldn't escape what came next. The Flying Swords of Hou Niao and the Body Sword Cultivators followed closely behind the tens of thousands of sword lights, indistinguishable to anyone but the most adept. Using methods suited for Flying Swords against these hundred Body Swords resulted in immediate misfortune.

The two hundred Sword Cultivators coordinated on the clouds, complementing each other—an attack force that the Sea Demons couldn't withstand. The result was predictably one-sided, but two crafty Great Demons managed to escape, realizing human reinforcements had arrived and fleeing without hesitation.

The Sword Cultivators didn't pursue. In such large-scale warfare, individual opponents shouldn't distract from the bigger picture.

The clouds cleared, and Hou Niao withdrew from the Body Sword State. Against the remaining minor opponents, his Flying Sword was sharper. With a wave of his hand, he said,

"Let's go down! Teams of ten—enjoy the slaughter!"