Li Minghu finally met up with Yan Yu and Mei Yingxue.
At this moment, the giant bronze bell had been shattered, and the outskirts of Shushan were ablaze with plumes of smoke, with Demon Cult cultivators invading from all sides.
The Shushan Sword Immortals were overwhelmed by the sheer numbers. A sword light would shoot out, almost hitting its mark without the need for aiming, but the opposing side would quickly retaliate with hundreds of dazzling beams—magic treasures, flying swords, spells—all mixed together indistinguishably, forcing the Sword Immortals to move constantly, as even a momentary pause would leave them vulnerable.
Deep within Yan Yu's heart, memories of being a mortal warrior in a past life suddenly resurfaced.
