The longsword in his hand was still sharp, but the speed of its swings had already slowed down considerably.
In front of him were three Nascent Soul Stage demonic cultivators, equally scarred but still insanely relentless.
The power of the "Filthy Blood Spirit Erosion Array" was continuously weakening him and all the disciples of the Qingyun Sect.
The light of the Green Wood Battle Formation had dimmed to the extreme.
Disciples from the Battle Hall kept falling, screaming miserably, instantly torn to pieces by the swarming demonic cultivators.
The defense line was about to collapse.
Qin Mingyuan sensed the disturbance in energy from the main peak and knew that something had happened with Luo Qingchen.
Resoluteness surged in his heart.
"Battle Hall members, fight to the death and do not retreat!"
He let out his final roar and the Nascent Soul within him began to burn wildly.
A destructive aura erupted from his body.
