The battle raged fiercely. In midair, numerous figures manoeuvred wildly, their colorful aura lights intertwining and weaving through each other.
Besides a few Cloud River Level 9 cultivators, none of the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators were a match for Lu Ye.
Whether they were Level 7 or Level 8, once he found an opportunity, one slash of his saber would either kill or injure them. Even those few Cloud River Level 9 cultivators couldn't withstand his berserk and indescribable slashing, all of them in total disarray.
The number of Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators continued to decrease.
However, looking at Lu Ye, although his appearance was miserable, his morale seemed to grow stronger with the battle, as if there was no end in sight.
The shouting of the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators rose and fell, cheering themselves on while simultaneously inspiring others, but they couldn't avoid their inevitable fate of death, one by one.
Everyone was astounded.
