Lu Qingshan's speed was incredibly fast, like a ghostly apparition.
When he charged into the ranks of the Demonic Cultivators, it was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep.
Neither the sharp Demon Soldiers nor the ferocious Demonic Qi could touch his body; they couldn't even slow him down.
Lu Qingshan was like a sharp arrow, effortlessly piercing through the battle line ford by over a hundred Demonic Cultivators, with penetrating power.
Wherever the seemingly slender edge of his sword passed, those strong Demon Race mbers who were fully manifesting their Divine Demon Bodies were smashed like eggs hit by an iron hamr, with flesh and blood splattering everywhere.
Lu Qingshan's face showed no expression.
The continuous slaughter had long made him accustod to the act of killing.
The sword rang like thunder, its montum like a rainbow.
Frankly, after thirteen days of slaughtering a hundred cities, perhaps his Elent Force was still abundant, but the fatigue from continuous battles was unavoidable.
However, at this mont, when he grasped the Demon Suppressing sword hilt, the fatigue vanished, and his spirit and sharpness instantly returned to his body.
The three flying swords hovering around his body were like streaks of lightning; any strong Demon Race mbers they touched either exploded and died tragically, or were blasted far away.
Only a few Triple Cast Demon Lords could put up so resistance.
But Lu Qingshan was not satisfied.
He must quickly resolve this group of Demonic Cultivators.
If he couldn't, it would greatly slow his pace of breaking through the city, and might even attract Demonic Cultivators from Dragon City Pass.
Lu Qingshan slashed sideways with the Demon Suppressing sword, slicing a Seventh Grade Demonic Cultivator attempting to dodge in half, further accelerating his speed, while scanning Iron Encirclent City with his gaze, frowning slightly.
Was it too quiet?
What Lu Qingshan didn't know was that at this mont, in the most central part of the City Lord's Mansion in Iron Encirclent City, an ordinary-looking Demonic Cultivator was watching his performance of sweeping through the armies, with a wrinkled face showing no panic but instead a hint of an ambiguous smile.
Unlike other Demonic Cultivators who might be bizarre, ferocious, or burly, his aura was like an endless Abyss, beyond sight.
Beside this Demonic Cultivator stood two extrely old Demonic Cultivators, wearing veils that concealed their faces, leaving only their bright and deep eyes visible.
The two Demonic Cultivators were muttering spells, their withered fingers constantly flicking, from which streams of gray gas were emitted.
Before them was a large crystal-clear black flower, the size of a millstone.
As the gray gas flowed in, the black flower's color beca ever darker and turned purplish-black.
"He is the instigator who has caused havoc in our Demon Race's domain recently, isn't he?" The ordinary-looking Demonic Cultivator said, watching Lu Qingshan slaying demons above the Heaven's Vault with astonishing efficiency.
While Lu Qingshan was ruthless, slaughtering every Demon Race city without leaving any survivors or allowing any ssages to be transmitted outside, the lack of any news itself was a crucial piece of information.
In re thirteen days, ninety-seven Demon Race cities were completely slaughtered and consecutively lost contact; even with the Demon Race consolidating forces on the frontline, they couldn't fail to notice the anomaly.
But because of his pursuit of efficiency, Lu Qingshan's path of action was clear, prompting the Demon Race to focus their forces at Iron Encirclent City, setting up this Broken Sword ambush.
"Priest Demon Lord...."
The Demonic Cultivator, referred to as Priest Demon Lord, waved off others' responses.
He seed to only want to ask, without expecting an answer, thus there was no need for a response, and he continued, "Continue."
The two Demonic Cultivators obeyed, quickening their chanting of incantations.
The Demonic Qi hovering over Iron Encirclent City, like dark clouds, had thickened once again.
"It's ready." Priest Demon Lord looked up at the Demonic Qi, feeling it was just right, with a flash of savage intent in his eyes, nodding finally.
As his words fell, the overwhelming Demonic Qi dispersed rapidly like black clouds, enveloping Heaven and Earth.
Within the dark clouds ford by the Demonic Qi, countless Taoist Patterns were writhing, vaguely forming a blood-red eye.
Such a commotion was impossible for Lu Qingshan to ignore.
Instinctively, he turned his gaze over, eting eyes with the blood-red eye.
With a boom.
Lu Qingshan suddenly felt himself falling into a bottomless Abyss, his face pale, with turbulence surging in his consciousness, body becoming exceptionally heavy, no longer light as before, even his strength seed to weaken.
"What sort of technique is this?" Lu Qingshan was shocked.
It wasn't a Primordial Spirit Attack, yet it ignored his released Dustless Fighting Chamber, forcefully affecting him, a thod too grotesque to imagine.
As his body weakened, the previously terrified Demonic Cultivators regrouped, regaining their courage and closing in on him.
As the situation turned critical, an idea sparked in Lu Qingshan's mind; he was ready to unleash the Power of the Mountains and Seas, to counteract the strange technique's suppression of his combat power by exploding his potential.
At that mont.
A clear light shone from the battlefield's periphery, piercing the battlefield and entering Lu Qingshan's body directly.
The clear light was like a cool spring, quickly spreading throughout Lu Qingshan's body, refreshing him and dispelling the heaviness that shackled his form.
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