The appearance of the Celestial Spirit Palace was the final nail in the coffin for the Primordial Sect, a behemoth on the verge of sinking.
There was no Mountain Protection Array.
What awaited them was brutal, close-quarters combat.
ROAR—
As the Grand Array shattered, countless Cultivators corrupted by the Chaos God Pill let out beast-like roars. They swooped down like hawks, scrambled up the city walls like monkeys, and fired volleys of powerful crossbow arrows...
Tens of thousands of figures, like a monstrous tidal wave, surged forward with the might of a raging sea to completely overwhelm West City.
"Get down!"
Standing on the city wall, Chen Che just waved his bare hand.
A fierce wind suddenly erupted.
The raging wind that filled the sky rapidly condensed into countless Wind Swords. Each sword was about three feet long and formed purely of wind. They were crystal clear and so vibrantly green they seemed to drip with color, as if forged from jade.
