This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Furthermore, the Sword Cultivator is skilled in killing, and the number of demons and people who have died at his hands is countless, including even those at the level of Demon Lords.

This accumulation has led to the Power of the Dead Spirits in Oblivion reaching an extremely terrifying level.

Now, all this Power of the Dead Spirits is unleashed in Lu Qingshan's sword, embodying the essence of ten years honing a single blade, erupting with terrifying power.

Life force and the Power of the Dead Spirits are among the highest, most primordial forces in the world.

Death energy rolled endlessly, withered yellow and desolate, like a sky-covering river, vast and boundless, pushed forward, releasing strands of chaotic mist.

Bang!

The endless death energy first touched the gigantic python formed by the black light.

The death energy surged, mixed with flashing sword light and blazing flames, instantly dissolving the entire giant python.

Following this, the five beams of light sent by another High Ranking Demon Marshal were also completely annihilated under the immense death energy.

In the next moment, countless magical techniques erupted from the several hundred demonic cultivators, sweeping forward.

However, the power Lu Qingshan used this time was too immense. The withered yellow death energy, like the Yellow River's waters descending from the heavens, covered the sky, erupted spectacularly, effortlessly drowning all those technique beams.

Endless death energy flowed, continuing forward, suddenly expanding into a vortex, engulfing the two High Ranking Demon Marshals and at least hundreds of Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just barely touching it, in less than a single breath, tens of demonic cultivators had their skin wither and lifeforce vanish, dying within the vortex of death energy.

This death energy struck the two High Ranking Demon Marshals, strands of it clashing with their physical bodies like metal, sparking intensely, shockingly terrifying.

Both High Ranking Demon Marshals were exerting their Divine Demon Bodies to the fullest, their physical forms dazzlingly bright, struggling to resist the assault of the death energy vortex.

Especially the one whose whole body was pitch black, eyes burning like flames, his entire physical form seemed to ignite like eyes.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The death energy continuously pounded, striking this High Ranking Demon Marshal, sparks flying, clanging noisily.

The scene was terrifying, yet by the looks of it, he managed to withstand Lu Qingshan's offensive.

However, others weren't so lucky.

Without the combat power of the High Ranking Demon Marshals, the ordinary Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators perished under the shredding attack of the death energy, their lifeforce continually slipping away.

The weaker ones died instantly, while the stronger ones held on just a few more breaths.

Five breaths later, the death energy finally dispersed.

The two High Ranking Demon Marshals, with their unparalleled Divine Demon Bodies, although pale-faced, weren't actually slain.

Of course, this was partly because the sword first annihilated numerous demonic attacks, reducing its power significantly.

Still, the several hundred ordinary Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators were not so fortunate, with nearly a hundred perishing.

And this was just one sword strike.

"This... is too terrifying!" The distant Xuan Du Demon Marshal directing the demonic cultivators to kill Lu Qingshan watched this scene, face pale, and tensed his body involuntarily.

"Too powerful!" The cultivators of Northern River Border, having just rushed out of the light shield, were all shocked to their core, unable to forget this scene for a lifetime.

Above Heaven's Vault, Lu Qingshan hovered in mid-air, sword in hand, coldly eyeing the many demonic cultivators ahead.

He was aware that although his sword was terrifying, the battle was far from over, it was only just beginning!

"Kill him, we must kill him!" In horror, Xuan Du Demon Marshal's anger intensified, coldly gazing at Lu Qingshan, a boundless killing intent in his eyes.

There weren't many people he admired in life, but from today, Lu Qingshan could be considered one.

The more so, the firmer his resolve to kill Lu Qingshan.

"One sword slash killed nearly a hundred of my demon race... I want to see just how many more swords you can wield!" Xuan Du knew clearly in his heart that Lu Qingshan's sword was astonishingly mystical, and the cost to wield it would undoubtedly be great.

This was a trump card, not likely to be used often.

However, at this moment, Xuan Du only dared to command his demonic cultivators to attack, not daring to easily approach Lu Qingshan.

The previous sword token's power was still fresh in memory; even the Desiccated Dragon Demon Marshal had been slain in one strike by that sword token, how could he withstand it?

He dared not gamble his life on the chance that Lu Qingshan no longer had sword tokens.

Under Xuan Du Demon Marshal's command, the demonic cultivator camp launched another assault.

Hundreds of demonic cultivators charged toward Lu Qingshan, their momentum earth-shattering, like a monstrous flood, continuously gushing to drown Lu Qingshan completely.

Xuan Du Demon Marshal naturally couldn't stand by idly.

He furrowed his brow, pulling out a black banner, summoning the many demonic cultivators around him to fully activate it.

The banner instantly spewed black flames, transforming into hundreds of black firebirds, all flying towards Lu Qingshan.

The flames were scorching, and a chilling aura flashed.

Evidently, this was another powerful demonic weapon brought forth by the Demon Race.

This was originally prepared to slaughter the Northern River Border cultivators after the great formation of Northern River was destroyed, now it was instead used against Lu Qingshan.

While this banner's mystique couldn't compare to the Black Demon Flower's group enhancement, it was already quite extraordinary.

The Northern River Border cultivators, having burst out of the light screen, saw this situation and were all stirred with fighting spirit, their rage escalating to the heavens.

"Protect the Young Sect Leader, help the Young Sect Leader!" Wu Yan shouted, resolutely leading his group of "old, weak, sick, and disabled" underlings, charging at the formidable and far stronger Demon Race camp.