"You forced my hand!"
Faced with this situation, it had no time to worry about the Human Body Elixir, immediately mobilizing its demonic power, planning to fight for its life against the old macaque.
In such a grand banquet in Southern Hong, if the opponent were injured, they would inevitably be one step slower.
Only by making the macaque feel that the loss was not worth the risk, could it have a chance to escape with its life.
Before the words had settled, the Leopard Demon hadn’t noticed a delicately crafted Feather Blade silently stabbing from behind, even the old macaque had deliberately loosened its grip, leaving space for the Feather Blade to pass through.
Scalding Monster Blood spilled between the furry fingers.
In the instant the Leopard Demon turned back in horror, the terrifying demonic power that had been accumulating for a long time in that Feather Blade finally burst forth, transforming dense white feathers into countless sharp blades, each with a force no weaker than that of a Dao Soldier, spreading inside the Leopard Demon’s body, wildly stirring its flesh and blood.
The longest of them directly split the Great Demon into two.
Across the mountains and fields, aside from those who had fainted, every Cultivator conscious enough had their eyes drawn to that splash of crimson blood.
They instinctively swallowed, their faces filled with terror.
As Cultivators from Southern Hong, these people had never witnessed the slaughter among Unity Realm Stage Great Demons, let alone understood the reasons behind it...
Now with the Leopard Demon suddenly slain, their own chances of survival seemed even slimmer, merely transitioning from the belly of one beast to another.
"What on earth has happened to this land and water..."
The old man staggered back to the peak of the mountain, his expression becoming somewhat foolish. He couldn’t understand where these terrifying Great Demons had come from.
As he watched the arrival of three Unity Realm Stage Great Demons, the token he tightly held in his palm quietly slipped away.
Just as the Moon Token was about to hit the ground...
An Yi’s clear voice suddenly echoed in the old macaque’s mind.
The old macaque slightly bent its finger, the demonic power fluctuated, and the originally scattered moonlight returned to the token, which once again emitted radiance and slowly flew back into the old man’s palm.
The old man held the Moon Token, his gaze followed the furry giant arm as it retracted into the clouds, then the entire sky turned utterly calm. The thick demonic power quickly dissipated, and aside from the utter carnage left behind, it seemed as if nothing had happened.
He stared down at the token in his hand, pondering for a long time, finally understanding something.
They... had survived.
And it was because of this token, more precisely, because of the Seven Immortal Sects behind it.
Although the Demon Immortal who had acted suddenly had remained silent, the Sect Master still understood the other party’s intent.
"Work well, and you won’t be treated unfairly."
Realizing this, the old man’s emotions suddenly surged, his arms trembling. Even under such perilous circumstances, the Seven Sects remained that same Seven Sects!
"Follow me, let’s welcome the Immortal Sect!"
With this thought, he raised his arms and shouted, leading many Cultivators who had survived the disaster to pay their respects towards the sky.
Far in the sky, a figure rushing hurriedly paused in mid-air.
Bi Hai Sect Master looked down at himself somewhat incredulously. In order to come out and find Sect Master Shen, he had made great efforts to conceal his aura.
Could it be that age had caught up with him, reducing his cultivation, that even these ordinary Cultivators could sense his presence?
Bi Hai Sect Master shook his head and moved straightforwardly forward.
Earth Realm Cultivators have a truly expansive range of awareness, but relative to vast Southern Hong, relying solely on their senses to foresee a crisis in advance is absolutely impossible.
Let alone Earth Realm, even Heaven Realm would be the same.
For example, now, he did indeed sense the presence of Unity Realm Stage Great Demons wreaking havoc here, but by the time he arrived, it was too late.
He could only rely on luck to maybe save some, and if not... alas.
Moreover, with their intervention, and with the help of Southern Dragon Palace, the Demons would gradually acquire more and more information, making it easier for them to avoid the Seven Sons, even specifically setting up ambushes!
But the scene before him seemed genuine.
These Vassal Forces’ Cultivators indeed had all survived, and seemed quite vigorous at that.
There couldn’t be a second person who could have saved them.
"I think I’ve found Sect Master Shen."
Bi Hai Sect Master took out his Dao Plate, began transmitting messages to his Sect, and meanwhile started dropping toward the ground to clarify exactly what had happened.
Southern Hong Seven Sects still maintained a standoff with the South Dragon King.
Both sides glared across at each other.
Ye Jiu kept making probes, yet each time, that old dragon would shamelessly react immediately, giving him no chance for a fight.
This Heavenly Sword Sect Master was all too sharp.
Compared to a head-on confrontation, the South Dragon King preferred death by a thousand cuts—a slower approach, but more painful.
The Cultivators’ rate of progress in terms of Boundary was greatly faster than that of the Demons, enough to reach in tens of thousands of years what takes Demons hundreds of thousands of years, but at a cost. Not only did they have to endure the trials of heaven and earth, step-by-step obstacles were set for them.
More importantly, their strength was also intimately linked to their Dao Heart.
Old Qin, for instance, apart from matters concerning his precious disciple, was quite nonchalant and maintained a stable, unbreakable Dao Heart.
But not every Cultivator had such composure.
Like Ye Jiu, with a murderous aura and is too sharp. As a Heavenly Sword, if constantly sheathed and not allowed to express his murderous intent, he would soon be affected.
Thus, he could only remain the sword in Old Qin’s hand.