The cultivators at the Northern River Border all displayed an unparalleled madness, fearless in the face of death.
No one needed to inspire them anymore.
Action is always more moving than words.
Lu Qingshan's actions had long ignited the blood in their hearts completely.
They seemed like a sword thirsty for blood, fiercely piercing towards the Demon Race.
"It's just the dying struggle of an exhausted force," the Xuan Du Demon Marshal was quite dismissive of the assault launched by the cultivators of the Northern River Border, completely incomparable to the seriousness with which he regarded Lu Qingshan.
Their effort to break the formation was aimed at directly confronting the human cultivators of the Northern River Border.
Now that the Northern River cultivators had abandoned their formation to aid Lu Qingshan, it was exactly what he wished for.
