Zhong Fan looked up and said: "How many people?"
"Two hundred thousand!"
The scout said anxiously: "At least two hundred thousand, plus countless Immortal Masters!"
Zhong Fan said disdainfully: "Senior Brother Dan personally said, in such a short time, the maximum number of troops they can mobilize will not exceed fifty thousand.
"As for the cultivators.
"Yunding Palace, like us, needs to rely on sealing gaps, how many people can they send?"
"Immortal Master Zhong."
The scout stammered as he explained: "What I said is true, if you don't believe me, Immortal Master can see for yourself!"
Zhong Fan snorted coldly, stepped on his flying sword, and soared into the sky. He hadn't flown far when his body trembled.
On the dark earth, a massive army was marching through the wilderness, heading straight for Yongjia Prefecture. It was impossible to discern the exact number of people, only shadows moving like an ocean of troops.
In the star-filled sky, silhouettes were flying on swords.
"Yunding Palace has plotted for a long time!"
Zhong Fan gritted his teeth, ignored the defenders inside the city, and turned to flee.
He hadn't flown far when he felt a murderous intent drawing closer and closer. Looking back, a white robe was chasing on a leaf-shaped flying device, speeding up with the addition of various talismans.
Zhong Fan was horrified, he immediately summoned his lifebound flying sword, his hands forming seals at such speed they left afterimages, and finally, he didn't hesitate to consume his lifespan, forcing a drop of essence blood from between his eyebrows onto the sword.
His lifebound flying sword erupted with bloody spiritual light, and as the sword finger dropped, it shot toward the white robe with a piercing sound, resembling the moonlight of a crimson moon in the night.
Zhong Fan paid a huge price just to stall the pursuit of the white robe, even if only for a moment, as reaching the opposite bank would get him reinforcements.
He was at Qi refining perfection, theoretically on the same level as the opponent, and even if there was a difference in strength, the opponent couldn't ignore his full-force strike.
But the white robe neither dodged nor blocked the bloody sword; it was only when the sword tip was just half an inch from his throat that he suddenly extended two fingers.
Accompanied by the wail of metal.
The flying sword was firmly clamped by the white robe's fingers, unable to advance even a fraction.
This person has advanced to True Power Middle Stage!
An even more astonishing event occurred...
Under the starry sky, the white robe's right hand flickered with divine light, appearing with a golden longbow shining with spiritual brilliance, while his left hand effortlessly suppressed the flying sword, slowly turning it around.
The sword hilt was placed on the bow, the sword tip aimed forward, then...
Pulled the bowstring!
Was this archery or sword shooting?!
After many battles, Zhong Fan naturally knew the opponent excelled in the use of magic artifact bow and arrow, but he never imagined even a flying sword could be used as an arrow!
And it was his lifebound flying sword!
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
Zhong Fan's eyes widened in rage, desperately trying to regain control of the flying sword, but it was all in vain. He could only watch helplessly as the opponent under the stars drew the bow like a full moon, the bowstring stretching to the extreme before explosively returning.
The flying sword carrying crimson and fire element truth tore through the sky, charging forward with speed far surpassing sword-controlled killing, almost untraceable.
Zhong Fan used various leaping techniques and art of evasion, shifting laterally through several positions, but he could not shake off the flying sword. Despair filled him as he felt the sharp murderous intent continually drawing closer, until...
A "sword" pierced his heart.