NOVEL NEXT Chapter 29: Together
The three thousand demonic cultivators rushing back for defense could only watch helplessly as their leader and the three Black Demon Flowers were reduced to ashes and vanished under Lu Qingshan's seven Sword Tokens.
Their eyes turned red.
This time, the Demon Race split into seventeen routes, and among so many teams, only theirs brought three Black Demon Flowers on the expedition. They spared no expense, determined to secure a victory.
The situation was unfolding just as they anticipated.
But no one expected such a massive reversal in less than three breaths' time.
Without the Black Demon Flowers, they would have difficulty breaching the Great Formation of the Northern River Border in the short term.
And once the formation couldn't be broken down quickly, reinforcements from Yumen Pass would soon arrive.
Thinking this way made the remaining demonic cultivators even more filled with hatred and anger.
"Die for me!" shouted one high-ranking Demon Marshal, wielding a thunderous Demon Hammer and launching a fierce assault at Lu Qingshan.
Besides that, there were demonic cultivators shooting arrows, throwing spears, and casting spells and innate divine abilities...
In short, everyone was showing their powers, and all sorts of colorful spell lights and techniques rushed toward the lone Lu Qingshan, threatening to engulf him in the next moment.
Having achieved success in battle, Lu Qingshan merely looked on with a smile as the various attacks approached like an overwhelming tide.
Not to mention a Sword Cultivator, even a peak Seventh Realm Body Cultivation adept might be intimidated by such a tidal wave of offensive.
Moreover, crossing three thousand cultivators had already consumed eighty percent of Lu Qingshan's Element Force and all his Power of the Mountains and Seas.
Now, with his state less than twenty percent of his peak, he faced two pressing problems....
How to withstand this tide-like offensive?
And how to once again traverse these three thousand demonic cultivators to return to the Northern River Border?
Moments later, Lu Qingshan gave his answer.
He chose not to confront head-on.
It wasn't wise or feasible.
The Dragon Sparrow shot out once more.
Flying in a direction away from the Northern River Border.
With the Dragon Sparrow disappearing from its original position, Lu Qingshan's figure vanished as well.
——The only thing he could do was destroy these three Black Demon Flowers.
As for whether he would return to the Northern River Border, it didn't hold much significance.
Facing an enormous arrangement of over three thousand Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators, individual strength seemed too powerless unless it reached the Eighth Realm level.
The sword light transformed by the Dragon Sparrow swiftly carried Lu Qingshan as it retreated, quickly flying out of the chaotic zone in an instant.
Most of the Demon Race's attacks were dodged by him; those few attacks that managed to follow were once more isolated outside by Lu Qingshan deploying the Dustless Fighting Chamber.
In the blink of an eye, utilizing the Formless Sword Escape, he had fled far away.
Only a group of furious Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators with bloodshot eyes remained, either suspended in mid-air or standing aside.
They watched their wasted attacks, at the flower buds reduced to powder with only seven leaves left of the Black Demon Flower, watching Lu Qingshan leaving them far behind, they fell silent.
The speed of a Sword Cultivator's escape wasn't something that others could easily match.
They had no means to deal with Lu Qingshan.
Perhaps a few Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators who were particularly adept at speed could barely catch up to Lu Qingshan.
But the problem was, with seven Sword Tokens already, who would dare to chase Lu Qingshan alone or only in pairs?
What if Lu Qingshan had an eighth or ninth Sword Token?
They were afraid.
"What do we do next?"
"How could this happen?"
The demonic cultivators muttered softly.
The phrase "scaled the walls only halfway and collapsed mid-path" no longer sufficed to describe the current state of the Demon Race.
Their situation now was, the siege had just begun, and the Desiccated Dragon Demon Marshal who led the army was dead, and most importantly, the three crucial Black Demon Flowers were destroyed.
They were in big trouble.
"Damn human Sword Cultivator!"
"Without the aid of the Black Demon Flowers, given the strength of the Human Race's formations, we might not be able to take the Northern River Border before the human reinforcements arrive....."
"And the Desiccated Dragon Demon Marshal is dead, how do we explain this on our return?"
"Don't think about that now," in the Demon Race, there was no shortage of capable individuals, and immediately a high-ranking Demon Marshal stepped forward.
His name was Xuan Du, and he was well-known within the Demon Race. He commanded the overall situation, saying: "Since we've already suffered such a significant loss, we must seize the opportunity to capture the Northern River Border.
Otherwise, when the time comes, and we who expended the most resources haven't even completed the basic tasks, we'll have no face to return to the Demon Lord!"
He shouted, his voice infused with Demonic Qi, instantly transmitting across the battlefield.
Those angry and unwilling demonic cultivators responded one after another, venting all their anger upon the Northern River Border.
The Demon Race's assault like a tidal wave launched once again.
The offensive was comprehensive.
The Demon Race divided into nine directions, launching simultaneous attacks on the City Defense Formation of the Northern River Border.
The formation's lights fluctuated incessantly with ripples.
Within the cultivation realm of the Human Race, in the battle between two sects, the most challenging step is often attacking the Sect Protection Array.
Without overwhelming strength, it often turns into years—even over a decade—of protracted war, grinding down the Sect Protection Array through sheer attrition.
But once the battle line extends that long, dreams drift and scatter in the night.
For instance, when the attacking side takes most of their sect's principal cultivators from their sect, it's manageable in the short term. But in the long term, they must consider if the rear would fall and be exploited by others.
It is also due to this reason that in most conflicts between sects with similar power levels, intimidation, internal betrayal, infiltration, and other methods become mainstream.