Facing the formidable advance of the Demon Path army, not only were the mortal soldiers of the Great Han intimidated, but disciples from various sects also appeared somewhat apprehensive.
Before the battle even began, they were already a step behind in momentum.
"Too much nonsense, isn't it?"
Xiao Poxu from Qingxuan Mountain stepped forward and reprimanded, "If you truly had the ability, would you need to come here to persuade us to surrender?!"
"Old Xiao."
Elder Sui Liyan of the Ancient Demon Clan stepped forward, speaking with flaring nostrils, "Last time at Lu Gu Mountain, you folks managed to escape quickly; this time, this old man must extract your bones to refine artifacts!"
"You old bastard! Stop running your mouth here! Do you really think we're powerless against your thick skin?!"
Xiao Poxu formed a hand seal and drew a flying sword from the void.
