The battle raged beneath the walls of Stormwind City. Though the elite demons were cornered, the remaining Scorpion Demons were individually formidable, and countless numbers still scaled the ramparts. At this juncture, it often took seven or eight soldiers, their strength forcibly augmented, just to hold off a single Scorpion Demon.

Fortunately, the defenders on the wall were not solely human soldiers; they were aided by Tauren, Balrogs, and Blue Demons from the demon realm. Though few in number, their inherent combat prowess was immense. Coupled with the presence of Xi Yang, Yao Rao, and Hei Ming Shixuan, who had emerged from the Shanhe Sheji Tu, their combined might managed to hold the Scorpion Demon assault in check.

However, the onlookers could no longer spot the silhouette of the Jiuli Tower; it had perished during the demon invasion of the demon realm long ago.

Xuan Yuanjing showed no inclination to join the fray. He stood silently atop the battlement, a unique aura enveloping him, which ordinary Scorpion Demons found impossible to penetrate.

As for Luo Ruofeng, he also remained uninvolved. As the emperor of a nation, it was unbecoming for him to engage personally, but the more than a hundred experts behind him had thrown themselves into the battle.

The Scorpion Demons were not numerous, yet their individual combat strength was overwhelming. Even a full-force strike from a Martial God could barely inflict serious harm upon them. Only those at the Heavenly level, like Hei Ming Shixuan and a few others, could manage to gravely wound these common Scorpion Demons.

As the Scorpion Demons continued to pour in, more than half of the soldiers on the wall had fallen, their scarlet blood dyeing the entire structure. A dense stench of gore permeated the air. Only a few thousand remaining demons and the handful of surviving experts could still resist the onslaught. The fighting continued—roars, the clash of weapons, and the sound of energy explosions constantly rang out. Unnoticed by anyone, the crimson blood was slowly being absorbed by the city walls.

The Scorpion Demon army had suffered losses numbering barely over ten thousand, with more than twenty thousand still pressing toward Stormwind City. Seeing these fearless Scorpion Demons, Luo Ruofeng’s face grew exceedingly grim. Must he truly call upon the Iron Legion led by the main faction? But that was his final reserve; how could he deploy it unless absolutely necessary?

Just as Luo Ruofeng wrestled with indecision, Xuan Yuanjing, who had remained motionless, suddenly stirred. A purple longsword materialized in his hand, radiating an intensely bright light. Without hesitation, he flicked the sword, sending a massive blade aura slicing through the void. It instantly cleaved more than a dozen Scorpion Demons in half. Even those immune to piercing wounds from powerful crossbows were virtually pulverized upon contact with this light.

Once engaged, Xuan Yuanjing showed no mercy. He leaped down from the wall, his Xuanyuan Sword flickering ceaselessly. Sharp streams of sword energy shot out in all directions like lasers, mercilessly slaying one Scorpion Demon after another. Though his own aura registered only at the Heavenly level, his sword energy was potent enough to kill any experts at the Desolate level, let alone these common Scorpion Demons.

From a distance, Xie’s eyes lit up upon seeing the Xuanyuan Sword in Xuan Yuanjing’s hand. That was undoubtedly a supreme treasure! How much would his own power increase if he possessed such a sword?

Watching Xuan Yuanjing slaughter his forces, Xie’s eyes immediately turned bloodshot. Fine, I will intervene personally. Even if you are no match for me, for the sake of the sword in your hand, I shall deign to act.

It will be your honor to die by my hand...

Xie chuckled coldly and soared into the air, lunging toward Xuan Yuanjing.

But before he could fully take flight, a colossal blade aura descended from the heavens. Before he could react, it slammed down onto his shoulder.

His cultivation had reached the Grandmaster level, and his physical body was incredibly resilient. He was confident that in this mortal realm, no one could injure him through sheer force. Yet, facing this blade aura, he suddenly felt as helpless as a fattened pig already bound, left with no choice but to await death.

With a shing, his supposedly impenetrable carapace shattered instantly. No sound of impact was heard; instead, the sound of his flesh being sliced open and dark blood erupting filled the air.

Dark golden blood sprayed outward. In Xie’s look of utter despair, his body was split into two halves.

Moreover, for someone of his rank, even if his body were torn apart, his consciousness could persist, allowing for revival. But at this moment, he felt his very consciousness being violently severed. Forgetting any attempt to control his fragmented body, it was a monumental struggle just to prevent his consciousness from dissipating entirely.

Vaguely, Xie perceived a gaunt figure dropping from the sky. He clutched an old, weathered stone saber. Without giving Xie any chance to defend himself, the stone saber whistled through the air, cleaving his already fractured body into four pieces once more.

At this instant, his consciousness could no longer withstand that strange energy and began to slowly splinter, slowly fade. In his final moments of dissipation, Xie saw three men and one woman emerge from the void, standing beside the emaciated man. One of the men held a black banner, which he began to shake repeatedly. Immediately, a chilling wind swept the area, and countless tendrils of black mist billowed out, seemingly carrying several shadowy figures along with them...

Who were these people?

Ye Jingyu ignored Xie’s thoughts. Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, he immediately unleashed the Twelve Heavenly Witch Annihilation Grand Formation, absorbing all of Xie’s vital essence. Liang Xiaoke and the others shouted and charged toward the demons below...

Meanwhile, Dugu Ba Chen coldly swept his gaze over the demons stationed in the Red Plains, awaiting the outcome. He flicked his stone saber, sending wave after wave of saber energy tearing through the void.

In virtually an instant, the entire world was replaced by saber energy. Billows of it descended like rainfall over every location west of the Stormwind City walls.

Whether ordinary demons, those at the Heavenly level, or even those at the Desolate level—all faced certain death under the assault of this saber energy. Only the remaining six Grandmaster-level experts fully unleashed their power to resist the onslaught.

They had no time to question who Dugu Ba Chen was, nor did they spare a thought for the fate of their subordinates. They summoned streams of light and fled toward the distance, knowing they were utterly outmatched by such a powerful foe...

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