The city seemed to have plunged into silence for an instant, only the sound of the desperate breathing of the survivors echoing among the broken streets.
But soon the gazes rose.
In the center of the destruction, a woman in dark green robes was cutting the beasts into pieces.
Her sword traced the air in fluid movements like the wind, sharp, each strike lethal and precise.
The beasts that minutes before had crushed the wall and cultivators were now being slaughtered as if they were mere insects.
The sharp green Qi flowed around her like living wind, her presence dominating the entire city.
"She… she is from the Verdant Sword Sect." A cultivator shouted, eyes wide.
Everyone looked again at her robes, recognizing the sect's emblem on her chest.
The heart of all seemed to gain new breath.
"Her cultivation… it must be in the Core Formation realm. She is probably an elder." Another whispered, feeling the invisible pressure spreading across the battlefield.
