The sky is high and the land is vast, the sunset descends in the west, and the evening glow is especially splendid.
Underneath the golden clouds, twenty swords travel west, with a layer of magnificent embroidery seemingly floating above their heads.
Occasionally, groups of two or three demonic cultivators patrol around the outskirts of the city, spotting this group from afar.
After weighing the disparity in strength between the two sides, they ultimately dared not step forward to block them, instead retreating silently to report today's sights and sounds to the city.
These demonic cultivators stationed at the rear, providing logistics to the frontline Demon Race army, have truly been frightened during this period.
Who doesn't know that somehow the Human Race has dispatched a small elite group of sword cultivators, bypassing the frontlines, and wreaking havoc in their rear?
