Swing the sword, swing the sword, swing the sword again.
Nearly every strike claimed a life. In the mere two days since Zhang Ruoxi's return, no fewer than three hundred King Lord-level powerhouses had fallen to her blade!
That was a horrifying number. After all, the entire human race currently possessed only a few dozen Ninth-Order cultivators — a gap of several times over.
Yet the million-year accumulation within the Primordial Great Seal was no trivial thing. Even after so many King Lords had been slain, Ruoxi and the two Giant Divine Spirits remained surrounded by still more of them.
She could only keep cutting down her enemies. The act of drawing her sword had become an almost instinctive reflex.
The Mo race shifting the focus of the war toward Ruoxi's position had, paradoxically, eased the crisis for the human army. On the main battlefield, the allied forces of humans and Small Stone Clan cultivators still faced some pressure, but at least they could hold their ground — unlike before, when signs of defeat were showing and no one could envision a path to victory.
The Mo Force released into the surroundings had condensed into Mo Clouds of extreme density. That vast expanse of roiling darkness blanketing the void was enough to make even the human race's Ninth-Order cultivators shudder. Apart from Ruoxi and the two Giant Divine Spirits, no one could venture lightly into that domain to battle the Mo race.
A faint glow of yellow and blue began to flow across her pristine white wings, as though heralding something to come.
At one moment, a King Lord charged toward one of the Ninth-Order Small Stone Clan personal guards with the resolve to die, pouring every ounce of his strength into a single devastating fist that crashed into the guard's body.
The Small Stone Clan guard staggered, but the violent counterstrike that followed in the next instant obliterated the King Lord on the spot.
Though the Small Stone Clan guards were only at the Ninth-Order level, all eight of them had formed the Nine Palaces Formation with Ruoxi and could draw upon the formation's power at any time. The strength they could unleash, therefore, could by no means be judged by their cultivation alone.
In a sense, Ruoxi and her eight guards had fused into a single entity. Any strike from one was an accumulation of all their power. King Lords were formidable, to be sure, but they could not withstand such an assault.
Over these two days, quite a few King Lords had perished at the hands of the Small Stone Clan guards.
The guard that had just dispatched a King Lord was about to move again, but as it raised its fist to strike, that fist suddenly shattered. Then the arm crumbled, and the destruction spread rapidly through its entire body…
In the blink of an eye, one powerful Small Stone Clan guard had disintegrated into a pile of broken stone.
The King Lords and Domain Lords that had been besieging it froze in stunned silence.
When Ruoxi had first returned, the Small Stone Clan guards had been riddled with cracks — an obvious sight that the Mo race powerhouses had naturally noticed.
They had assumed the guards wouldn't last long, so while laying siege to Zhang Ruoxi, they had also been attacking the guards directly.
But only after paying a terrible price did they realize that the Small Stone Clan guards, which seemed on the verge of crumbling at any moment, could still unleash power that drove them to despair.
Until now.
One Small Stone Clan guard had finally succumbed to the accumulated strain of prolonged battle and shattered into pieces.
At the very instant that guard crumbled, the yellow and blue radiance on the wings behind Ruoxi's back intensified by a fraction.
Yet she seemed to have anticipated this moment well in advance, for in that same instant she transformed the formation into the Eight Trigrams Formation!
Even more ferocious attacks rained down. After one of the Small Stone Clan guards had fallen, the Mo race saw a glimmer of hope in defeating Zhang Ruoxi and struck with growing ruthlessness.
Half a day later, the second Small Stone Clan guard shattered. The Eight Trigrams Formation shifted into the Seven Stars Formation.
Another half day, and the third Small Stone Clan guard crumbled…