The Dragon Demon's power surged to its peak, countless black auras, at an astonishing speed, rapidly drilled into his body.

  He saw his physical body rapidly expanding, his figure suddenly rising by more than a foot. His originally rugged face had also become fierce and majestic at this time, with black armor and red eyes, shocking people's hearts.

  It's not just him, the other guards around him suddenly let out a loud shout, each of their bodies rising up.

  "What kind of evil skill is this?" The big man stared in shock.

  "It's unclear." The middle-aged man's face was solemn: "It's a bit like the 'Ghost General Arrival' of the Ghost Symbol Gate, and also a bit like the Zen Repair God Strike technique. There are not a few sects with such secret methods. During the Millennium War, it once flourished for a time, but now there is little left."

  "Why is there so little left now?"

  "This kind of secret method emphasizes killing and neglects self-cultivation, let alone refining equipment and alchemy. It's no wonder they fall quickly." The middle-aged man explained rapidly, his eyes fixed tightly on the battlefield.

  In Zuo Mo's spiritual eyes, it was another scene. Each of the guards had black air swirling around their bodies, as if countless black snakes were crawling and coiling on them.

  A sharper whistling sound suddenly rang out.

  The outer hall cultivators simultaneously released their sword auras, countless sword auras of different colors, like a dense and massive school of colorful fish, swooped down towards the Wei camp!

  Thousands of cultivators simultaneously releasing their sword auras is a spectacular and extraordinary scene!

  All who witnessed this scene were shocked and terrified.

  The guards above and below fell silent after a loud shout from the dragon, but suddenly plunged into an eerie stillness. The intense killing intent that had been present before disappeared without a trace.

  At this moment, however, Zuo Mo couldn't help but reveal a look of shock. The black energy was tightly bound within the large formation, and it was like a wild beast trapped in a cage, crazily crashing about inside. But Zuo Mo and the others seemed to be completely unbothered by these black energies, standing firmly in place as they crashed about.

  Just as the sword rain was about to pour down on his head, he heard Shu Long's low shout: "Kill!"

  His voice of "kill" was not loud, with a unique rhythm, low and oppressive.

  Only the Weiying camp's large array suddenly rotated, and the fierce black air inside seemed unwilling to be urged on. They struggled frantically, but to no avail. The guards wearing heavy black armor were expressionless, their footsteps firm as they rotated. As the guards moved swiftly through the array, an invisible force was generated within, driving the black air to flow from slow to fast.

  A massive vortex appeared above the Weiyang camp. The vortex turned pitch black at a visible speed, with intense killing intent, and was undoubtedly revealed again!

  The sky was like a rain of sword tips, as if drawn by a powerful force, all throwing themselves into the whirlpool.

  The expressions on the faces of the outer sect disciples changed greatly!

  Sword out of control!

  How is it possible?

  The vast majority of them had never encountered such a strange situation before.

  Only to see the sword lights filling the sky like rain, pouring into the whirlpool formed by the black air, disappearing without a trace.

  The entire battlefield was silent, with everyone staring blankly at the massive black vortex that enveloped the entire camp, rotating silently.

  "What... what is this?" The big man exclaimed in shock.

  The middle-aged man was also shocked speechless, how is this possible? How can such a fierce battle array appear in Xiaoyao Boundary?

  The Lord of Golden Crow City is indeed extraordinary!

  It's not the Seven or Eight Hundred Years of Menpai, it's impossible to have such a terrifying battle array. Which sect is this guy from? What did he come to Xiaoshan for? Is his goal also the same as theirs?

  The middle-aged man's face was also unpredictable, with a hundred thoughts turning in his mind.

  Hong Junxuan saw such a huge whirlpool, his face also changed color, and his mood of watching the excitement flew away.

  He Xiang and others were shocked and bewildered, the black vortex slowly rotating above the Wei camp was like a primordial beast, as if it could swallow everything. Thousands of sword lights were silently sucked into it without a sound.

  Indeed something is amiss!

  He Xiang gritted his teeth: "Let's get closer! They can't block our flying swords!"

  Other cultivators showed a hesitant expression, but Hong Junxuan and his group were pressing from behind. If they retreated at this time, they would definitely be cut down by a single sword! Charging forward was the only way to survive!

  The elders exchanged a glance and without saying a word, directly activated their spiritual power.

  The thousand people behind him could only follow suit. What made them feel slightly at ease was that they were in the sky, and this strange team was obviously not good at flying, so they couldn't do anything about it.

  As long as you're careful and don't get too close, there shouldn't be any problem.

  He Xiang took the lead, approaching cautiously. This team was really too strange, and the black vortex looked quite frightening, making them feel uneasy.

  But unexpectedly, as they drew closer, the whirlpool had no effect on them. Could it be that this whirlpool only worked on sword auras and the like? The crowd's morale suddenly surged several degrees.

  They tried to move forward again and indeed there was no effect!

  At this point, they immediately felt at ease in their hearts.

  Others also saw through it, and for some reason, the middle-aged man unconsciously let out a sigh of relief. This fierce array brought him unprecedented pressure, like a heavy stone pressing on his heart.

  Such a powerful killing array shouldn't appear in Xiaoshan Boundary.

  Only Mo could see the subtlety, the black vortex absorbed so many sword auras and became even more majestic. What's even more terrifying is that the majestic black air entered the formation, at this time the black air in the formation was dozens of times thicker than before.

  His left eye didn't blink, and he suddenly thought of the nine-turning Xuan Tu Pan's earth mist. The earth mist was as heavy as a mountain, but these black gases were fierce and sharp!

  Zhen Nei Shu Long They were shrouded in a thick, black aura, previously like thin snakes, now as if surrounded by an extra layer of dark water. The closer you got to them, the denser the black air became.

  The black vortex was still intimidating, but in Zuo Mo's eyes, there were signs of weakening.

  Could it be...

  Zuo Mo's heart skipped a beat.

  Just at this moment, Shu Long shouted again: "Kill!"

  Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and before they could react, they heard the sound of 1,000 guards shouting in unison: "Kill!"

  The killing intent that has been unleashed is like a fierce tiger out of its cage, roaring loudly and unstoppable!

  The neatly formed troops suddenly dispersed, each one like a dark cloud, spreading out in all directions. At the same time, dozens of black giant pythons flew out of the formation, flipping their water bucket-thick snake bodies, and pounced on the outer sect cultivators in the sky.

  Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

  The hissing sound of the snake is still echoing in my ears, making my scalp feel numb.

  The onlookers only saw that in the black whirlpool, dozens of black giant pythons suddenly pounced out, each several tens of meters long, revealing their black fangs, and pounced towards the cultivators outside.

  The distance between them was not far, and the black giant python was like an arrow off the string, carrying an irresistible momentum, pouncing in front of the crowd.

  A vague black shadow suddenly jumped in front of him, He Xiang's mind buzzed for a moment, and he was left with a blank slate.

  Not just him, but all the others as well, none of them reacted at all.

  Wow!

  A pungent gust of wind blew by, and the imagined pain did not appear. He Xiang suddenly jolted awake, but suddenly found himself surrounded by complete darkness.

  An inexplicable fear filled his heart, he swallowed hard, where...where was this?

  Ice-cold and stern, without a hint of life, he seemed to be in a state of emptiness. Loneliness and fear, like the tide, constantly attacked his mental defenses.

  Calm down... Calm down... Must calm down!

  This must be an illusion!

  He Xiang kept telling himself to calm down and make an effort to be calm.

  A cold and menacing voice suddenly echoed through the void.

  "Kill!"

  Suddenly, he only felt a severe pain in his back, and when he lowered his head, he was horrified to discover that a black air-shrouded palm had protruded from his chest by half.

  Why...

  His mind sank into endless darkness.

  Bailong only felt that the temperature inside his body was incredibly high, as if he was about to be burned to ashes. He gritted his teeth and endured it. Practicing "Ku Wei" often led to situations like this. He accelerated his magic, and just now, he had killed He Xiang with one blow.

  But at this time, he did not have any joy, and his heart was filled with a crazy will to fight.

  He raised his palm again, the entire palm enveloped in a thick black aura. His eyes grew even more crimson, as if an intense pain was coming from his right arm, but his arm didn't tremble in the slightest.

  No power can come from nothing.

  To gain power, one must pay a price. The peaceful method requires time, while the shortcut method saves time but demands other sacrifices.

  "Kill!"

  He let out a low, furious roar from his chest cavity, and with a sudden flip of his palm, his five fingers turned into claws, swiping at a cultivator in the sky!

  A black palm suddenly emerged and was imprinted on the chest of a cultivator, passing through his body. The dazzling spiritual screen was like nothingness, as this black palm easily penetrated through it.

  The cultivator's body shook and his vitality was immediately extinguished, and he fell forward with a thud.

  What outsiders saw was an extremely strange scene, when the black python's eyes were about to crash into the cultivator's team, it suddenly turned into a ball of black air, enveloping the outer hall cultivators.

  The cultivator shrouded in dark energy stood frozen in mid-air like a wooden puppet.

  Below, the black air flew out in a flash and hit the outer sect cultivators who were petrified. The cultivators in the sky fell down one by one like dumplings. Some of them had already turned into lifeless corpses during their fall.

  Clap! Clap! Clap!

  The outer hall's repairer kept falling, in just a few short breaths, the sky was empty and devoid of anything.

  Not a single cultivator escaped, the outer hall was annihilated once again, including all of their elders. Several elders struggled to break free, but in the black energy they were like headless flies, flying around randomly, yet still unable to escape, and were ultimately struck down by dozens of groups of black energy.

  The entire battle process was unexpectedly short and neat, leaving people feeling terrified.

  One thousand people for one thousand people!

  One side was annihilated in the blink of an eye, while the other side suffered no losses whatsoever. The crowd was no longer shocked; they were terrified! Deeply terrified, this group clad in black armor was as frightening as demons!

  No way, even if it's a demon, it's absolutely impossible to capture 1,000 cultivators so easily!

  Hong Junxuan's face had lost all its blood, turning a ghastly pale like paper. He subconsciously opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Beside him, the other Ming Xiang Sect disciples' legs were trembling uncontrollably.

  Even the great Han and middle-aged people showed a look of fear.

  They... who exactly are they?

  What is that black air, after all?

  What is that battle formation?