Legend of the Great Sage

ues that had come alive.
They bowed towards the purplish-red sphere of flesh in reverence.

“The sword cultivator is coming again.
Activate the Twelve Citadel Demon Formation of the Ominous.
Prepare to receive him in battle!”

An invisible, mental pulse emanated from the purplish-red sphere of flesh.
The demonfolk all stopped what they were doing and dispersed suddenly, gathering towards the demon cavern in the centre of the giant stone formation.
The demonfolk supervisor swung his metal whip and sent several demonfolk in his way flying, rushing ahead of all of them.

The twelve stone pillars under the twelve Demon Commanders suddenly lit up with a demonic light.
The stone pillars on the outskirts lit up as well.
In the blink of an eye, all of them lit up, illuminating the entire barren mountain with chilling light.
The demon qi vaguely formed the shape of a grand citadel.

I don’t even know whether I can survive this time.
This sword cultivator is even stronger than regular Demon Kings.
Even that damned lug, the Thousand Tendrils King, suffered heavily at his hand in their first clash.
All he could do was maintain his demonified form.
It’s the wild ambitions of these great figures, yet we’re the ones who have to risk our lives.
What a group of good people! Damn them! Damn them! the demonfolk supervisor thought to himself.

Suddenly, a strange, shrill whistle rang out by his ear.
Before he had even returned to his senses, a streak of light pierced the sky and whistled past, diving into the city condensed by the Twelve Citadel Demon Formation of the Ominous.

Light shone and sword qi surged.
Wherever it passed, the demon qi was split open, and the stone pillars were cut down.

The demonfolk were obliterated by the repercussions of the sword qi, collapsing and scattering everywhere.

The Thousand Tendrils King swung his tendrils violently at the light.
At the same time, he emanated with invisible rings of demonic mental pulse in an attempt to perturb his opponent’s mind.

However, the sword cultivator had merged with his sword, darting about between the tendrils and cutting them down.
His heart of the sword was finely forged too, completely immune to any influence.

“Ye Duanhai, there will be a day when I flatten your South Sea Sword pavilion and kill everyone close to you! I’ll make you watch with your own eyes as they howl to their deaths!” the Thousand Tendrils King bellowed through the demonic cloud, making the demon qi surge.

The person who had arrived was the master of the sword pavilion, Ye Duanhai.
He remained cold and silent, completely disdained to converse with the Thousand Tendrils King.
However, in less than five minutes, he pulled back in retreat.
He also felt rather helpless inside.
He seemed to have gained the upper hand, but he could not deal a lethal blow to the Thousand Tendrils King.

And under the influence of the Twelve Citadel Demon Formation of the Ominous, it was even more difficult for him to advance than moving through thick soil.
His powers were depleted extremely rapidly, so he could not fight for very long.
In that short while, the Sea-splitting sword in his hand had already dimmed, contaminated by the demon qi and demon blood.
It would take him quite the effort to clean it, and if he just let it be, it would be gradually converted into a demon weapon, which would instead affect his heart of the sword.

He could choose to put his life on the line, or organise even more people to attack here, but once the situation was against him, the Thousand Tendrils King would immediately retreat back to the Demon domain.
It was impossible to hunt him down.
The other demon caverns would receive the message to attack harder and faster too, so this was destined to be a battle of endurance.

Right now, all he could do was constantly wear them down, to prevent the demonfolk from gaining a stable footing.
Once they realised they could not afford an endurance battle like this, they would shrink back.
However, he knew very well that the chances of this were extremely slim.
Drawing reference to the past incursions throughout history, right now could only be regarded as the scouts.
It was not even a proper attack, let alone a general offensive or a decisive battle.

Thinking up to there, he could not help but frown.
Just how far would the World of the Nine Provinces fall?

At this moment, he sensed something and suddenly looked back.
A red comet sailed over from the horizon!