With a sweep of both hands, the space before him shimmered. Countless ethereal swords instantly formed a dense barrier between him and the demonic shadow launched by the Dark Domain Demon Lord.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Fists collided with sword-qi, unleashing a relentless barrage of explosions. The spectral swords shattered on contact, their incandescent shards scattering like stars across the void.
Pfft!
Fengyun Wuji opened his mouth and spat out a burst of radiant Sword Essence. The moment it touched the suspended sword-qi and fragments before him, everything erupted in a blinding glow. A piercing shriek echoed through the void as the remaining swords—whole and broken—rushed forward like a swarm of bees, tearing through the curtain of demonic fists toward the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord was taken aback. With a swift flick of his cloak's edge, his figure flashed like lightning and vanished from sight. The deadly rain of swords whistled through the sky, disappearing into the boundless void.
"Trying to match speed with me? You're courting death!"A cold voice rang out from above.
Startled, the Demon Lord looked up instinctively—only to see a leaden longsword plummeting straight for his head.
"You—"His soul nearly leapt out of his body. He hastily raised an arm in defense and jerked his head to the side.
CRACK!
The fifth sword, controlled with divine precision by Fengyun Wuji, cleaved through the Demon Lord's guard and landed hard on his shoulder. A crisp crack rang out, followed by a white fracture line rapidly spreading across his upper body.
BOOM!
The Demon Lord let out a cry of pain and crashed into the earth like a meteor, gouging a massive crater into the ground below.
"Damn it!" Roaring in fury, he clawed his way out of the pit, yanking at his shoulder. A strange-shaped pauldron popped loose—but it was shattered, no longer able to hold its place.
"That bastard! What kind of divine weapon is he wielding? Even my Xuantian Armor couldn't withstand it!"Snarling, he flung the broken piece aside and looked up. Fengyun Wuji had already charged back into the battlefield. With both hands casting technique after technique, thousands of swords shot forth like a storm. Alongside him, a dark rainbow streaked through the air—a sword shadow, agile and lethal. Every warrior it passed fell before they could strike. Some had just raised their blades when a mysterious cut appeared across their arm, and the next moment, their severed limb and weapon fell together to the ground…
"Sword Domain's Seven Servants—Mahā Sword Formation! Trap the Demon Lord!"Fengyun Wuji shouted as he fought through a sea of ten thousand demons, his voice shaking the heavens.
Even before his words faded, seven shadows shot forth from the Sword Pavilion, surrounding the Demon Lord the moment he emerged from the ground.
"Mahā Sword Formation!"they cried in unison.
KRA-KOOM!
A massive bolt of lightning split the sky. Thunderclouds churned above. The Seven Servants became flickering phantoms, weaving like dragons. Their swords danced, unleashing thousands of intersecting sword-lights, weaving a colossal net of destruction that fused with the howling wind.
In the blink of an eye, the Demon Lord could no longer distinguish the figures around him. The seven shadows circled him in ever-tightening orbits. The storm forged by the sword formation stretched to the heavens and rooted into the earth, arcs of lightning dancing through the center. A crushing pressure pressed in from all sides.
With a furious roar, the Demon Lord unleashed hundreds of punches in rapid succession. A meteor shower of fist shadows slammed toward the wall of sword-qi.
ZZZ-ZZZ!
Sparks flew. His eyes widened in disbelief as his demonic aura was shredded into threads by the sword-qi barrier, vanishing without a trace.
WHOOSH!
A sharp sound split the air. A gleaming sword shot toward his flank. He sneered and reached to catch it—but more piercing noises came from behind. Five more swords surged toward his vital points.
Growling in frustration, the Demon Lord had no choice but to soar skyward. The formation was bizarre—seamless, as if fighting one meant fighting all seven. Even worse, it seemed capable of drawing on the lightning and fire of the heavens. Only now did he realize he had gravely underestimated the ancient sword formations.
Barely rising three meters off the ground, a sudden blast of sword-qi converged. Before he could react, seven longswords slammed into his shoulders like mountains falling from the sky. He was forced back down, crashing once more to the earth. Lightning and fire roared into his body, scattering the true energy he had gathered in his chest.
"What the hell is this thing?! Why didn't anyone warn me about this freak formation!?"Furious and panicked, the Demon Lord swung his fists wildly—but his efforts were futile. The seven longswords struck again…
Though the Mahā Sword Formation could not easily kill the Demon Lord due to the difference in cultivation, it was enough to buy Fengyun Wuji precious time. Tens of thousands of sword-qi blades rained down alongside the Fifth Sword Spirit, executing devastating attacks with deadly precision. Heads flew, blood filled the sky, and the air grew thick with the stench of death.
The Sword Pavilion warriors, seeing Fengyun Wuji display such overwhelming power, were reinvigorated and fought back with renewed spirit. Blades clashed, battle cries echoed.
Yet the Demon Legion was no less formidable. The onslaught of sword-qi and Fifth Sword Spirit had only slain a thousand or so demons. Many more were maimed but still able to fight. The battlefield was soaked in blood and littered with severed limbs. Despite the carnage, the demon ranks remained strong—and Sword Domain was taking heavy losses too.
"Five Demon Generals! If you don't get here now, I'll be left to die! When we return, we'll all answer for this!"The Demon Lord suddenly bellowed to the skies, still deflecting the Seven Servants' attacks. His appearance was ragged, robes shredded into strips hanging from his body.
Even Fengyun Wuji hadn't expected the Mahā Sword Formation to trap the Demon Lord for this long or reduce him to such a sorry state.
Just then, a thunderous roar of wind echoed from the distance. Fengyun Wuji looked up to see four towering figures leading an army of demon soldiers, charging like a black tide across the battlefield.
"Fear not, Lord Demon! We've brought eight thousand more troops. Today, we'll reduce Sword Domain to ashes—nothing shall remain!"The one who spoke was none other than the Fire Demon General—one of the Five Great Demon Generals—whom Fengyun Wuji recognized immediately.
Seeing the tide of fully armored demon warriors surge forward behind the four generals, Fengyun Wuji's face turned pale.
One wave had yet to fall, and another rose in its place. Was this heaven's will to destroy him?
Despair flooded his heart.