The Golden Core Sword Cultivator looked at the demon before him.
The Sword Intent on his body soared straight into the heavens.
Behind him lay the corpses of one Cultivator after another who had fallen in battle.
In front of them stood one hideous monster after another.
"Demon, come!"
"This sword, I have honed for thirty years."
The sword light burst forth, dazzling and resplendent.
The brilliant radiance cleaved open a massive gash on the demon's body.
One could almost see its bright red viscera.
However, after this strike, the Golden Core Sword Cultivator's face turned pale, his breath ragged.
"Roar!"
One monster after another crawled out from the abyss, their visages twisted to the extreme.
His Dantian True Essence was exhausted.
The Sword Cultivator held his sword, standing alone before the horde of demons.
His figure was solitary and desolate.
"Boom————"
A mechanical roar resounded above the clouds.
A cold, clear female voice rang out.
