A straight saber was stuck in the demon's corpse.
The world's eleventh-ranked Divine Weapon, the Renowned Saber Thunder Shock!
Having just cheated death, Liu Yang stared at the saber in joyful surprise.
"Senior Brother Ding, Senior Brother Liu."
A voice like a broken gong echoed across the riverbank. "Fear not! Cong Yuanlong is here! Die, you demons!"
Cong Yuanlong brandished his large saber and charged into the horde of demons.
Ding Shiyun and Liu Yang were too stunned to make a snarky comment. It wasn't that they were scared.
They just stared, wide-eyed, as four figures advanced in a line, plowing through the demons like a bulldozer.
Demons either collapsed to the ground or were sent flying into the air.
Their pace never faltered for even a moment.
In just a few moments, they had carved a path to the two men.
"See that? A true master is someone who can turn the tide of battle."
Cong Yuanlong extended a hand to Liu Yang, pulled him to his feet, and said smugly.
