The three thousand demonic cultivators rushing back for defense could only watch helplessly as their leader and the three Black Demon Flowers were reduced to ashes and vanished under Lu Qingshan's seven Sword Tokens.
Their eyes turned red.
This time, the Demon Race split into seventeen routes, and among so many teams, only theirs brought three Black Demon Flowers on the expedition. They spared no expense, determined to secure a victory.
The situation was unfolding just as they anticipated.
But no one expected such a massive reversal in less than three breaths' time.
Without the Black Demon Flowers, they would have difficulty breaching the Great Formation of the Northern River Border in the short term.
And once the formation couldn't be broken down quickly, reinforcements from Yumen Pass would soon arrive.
Thinking this way made the remaining demonic cultivators even more filled with hatred and anger.
