As the words fell, the suppressed crowd below drew their long swords one by one.
"Swish, swish, swish," the sound of sheathing continued, swords pointed to the sky, shouting in unison.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"..."
In this moment, everyone's blood surged, and their fighting spirit soared.
The sect leader on the stage, True Master Cang Song, gestured with his long sword towards Black Demon Valley and roared:
"Defend the path, die on the path. Kill!"
With True Master Cang Song's gesture, the eight great sects at the forefront, led by their respective sect leaders, charged directly towards Black Demon Valley.
At the same time, they shouted:
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"..."
The sound was deafening, and all the fellow cultivators present surged into Black Demon Valley.
The great battle commenced, a battle that would also determine the fate of all living beings.
If they won, the world would be pure.
If they lost, chaos would reign.
At this moment, Uncle-Master led the charge, bringing me, Old Mo, and Qiu Xi along, pushing forward through the crowd.
Within Black Demon Valley, black clouds billowed, and black blood and the stench of decay were everywhere.
There were three formations in the valley; two had already been broken, and the final Bewitching Formation was also on the verge of collapse.
The Dao Alliance army poured into the valley.
Passing through the first two formations, they soon reached the inner part of the valley, shrouded in white mist.
That was the Bewitching Formation.
Within the formation, countless fiends lurked.
Our task was to cut through this Bewitching Formation, penetrate the core of Black Demon Valley, and flatten it.
Directly ahead, the six sect leaders led the way, like the tip of a sword piercing into the Bewitching Formation.
Daoist Qing Ye of the Qingcheng Sect, Bai Chongzi of the Maoshan Sect, Daoist Qingshan of Longhu Mountain, True Master Qishang of the Kongtong Sect, Abbot Jing Kong of the Shaolin Temple, and Abbess Hei Yun of the Emei Sect.
These six, though leaders of their respective sects, were now at the forefront.
They all charged into the formation, followed by the elders of various sects.
Many I had never seen, let alone recognized.
But there were also familiar faces, such as Daoist Qing Yun, the Grand Elder of Qingcheng Mountain, skilled in wind manipulation.
Upon approaching, he unleashed the "Great Wind Technique," a torrent of wind that instantly dispersed a large area of mist.
Behind them was Daoist Liuyun of the Wudang Sect, who, despite his plumpness, moved with extreme speed.
Following them were what Uncle-Master called the "Three Fools of Maoshan."
Master Jing Xin, Master Jing Ye, and others from Shaolin.
As the Daoist powerhouses charged in, mournful cries and roars soon echoed from within the mist.
"Boom, boom, boom," the explosions of true qi continuously emanated from within.
We rogue cultivators, relatively speaking, were in the middle or towards the rear of the main force.
After we entered the formation, we found ourselves amidst the corpses of corpse monsters.
Fellow cultivators around us continued to shout:
"Hurry up, or all the kills will be taken by the disciples of the major sects."
"That's right, I've cultivated for twenty years, all for this day."
"..."
Listening to the words of those around us, Old Mo said to me:
"Old Qin, we can't fall behind. Let's rush to the front and slay everything in our path."
"Good!"
I nodded.
The next second, we both charged out simultaneously.
And called out to Uncle-Master and Xiao Yao behind us:
"Uncle-Master, Xiao Yao, we're going to the front lines."
"Go ahead!"
Uncle-Master said firmly, his leg injured, making it difficult for him to keep pace.
Xiao Yao also called out:
"Be careful, you two."
"Got it, Xiao Yao," Old Mo replied, but his speed didn't falter as we weaved through the crowd.
A grand battle of demon-slaying on this scale had last occurred hundreds of years ago, during the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.
The crowds surged, and the mist was continuously dispersed by the Daoist techniques of wind manipulation.
In a short while, Old Mo and I had charged to the very front.
Upon arrival, we saw countless corpse monsters before the dense fog.
They were charging forward layer by layer.
The sect leaders and elders were at the forefront, continuously unleashing Daoist techniques to slay them.
Abbot Jing Kong of Shaolin, the head of the Darma Institute Jing Xin, and Elder Jing Ye, all three unleashed Shaolin's ultimate skill, the Golden Bell Shield.
Their bodies radiated golden light, with the Swastika Buddhist seal in the air, repelling the onslaught of the corpse horde.
True Master Qishang, the sect leader of Kongtong, directly unleashed the Seven Injuries Sword Qi, each strike more potent than the last, ferociously powerful.
Bai Chongzi, the sect leader of Maoshan, was also Senior Brother Bai Daozi.
He had cultivated in the arts of lightning, but his lightning was not fire lightning, but water lightning.
When this lightning struck, besides the electric effect, it also produced mist.
The rising mist could scald the corpse monsters.
Daoist Qing Ye, the sect leader of Qingcheng, wielded golden sword qi that shook the heavens and earth.
Relatively speaking, Daoist Qingshan, the sect leader of Longhu Mountain, was less formidable.
However, the secret techniques of Longhu were exceptionally fierce.
The six sect leaders cleared the path, the elders provided rear support, followed closely by the disciples of the various sects.
And Old Mo and I had also arrived here.
Picking up our weapons, we charged into the foremost group of corpse monsters.
Seeing the ferocious corpse monsters, I formed a hand seal and, with a low growl:
"Heaven and Earth Without Limits, Universe Borrowing Law, Decree!"
Instantly, three long swords flew out, directly piercing the horde of corpse monsters.
In a single exchange, several corpse monsters were slain.
I charged forward, retracted a sword, and drew my blade to strike.
Old Mo also leaped into the air, bringing his axe down. A large corpse monster was directly cleaved in half.
"Qin Ze, Mo Ting..."
Hearing someone call us, we turned to look.
It was Xia Qiu Xi.
Seeing Qiu Xi, we both smiled:
"Qiu Xi, the three of us, let's go on a rampage again!"
Old Mo said.
Qiu Xi, however, smiled brightly:
"Alright!"
"No problem," I replied.
At that moment, the three of us joined forces again, charging through the horde of corpses.
In this third formation, the Bewitching Formation, the deeper we went, the darker it became.
The surrounding mountains were so high that sunlight could not penetrate the valley.
Not only were there many corpse monsters, but further in, there were also many malevolent spirits...