This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 1333 - 108: Drinking Like a Whale Without Swallowing the Sea, Sword Qi Already Spanning Autumn

No matter how you look at it, over seven hundred Sword Cultivators from the Sword Sect cannot possibly defuse the Demon Race's army's simple, brutal, and direct offensive.

Because this time, the Demon Race's army didn't employ any tactics, they simply overpowered with sheer force.

No matter how powerful the Sword Sect's Sword Cultivators are, there are still limits to their strength.

Amidst the demonic mist, Demon Lord Taixuan gazed at Tigerhead City, his expression gradually regained an extreme calmness.

Yet deep within his eyes, there was still a hidden consideration and doubt.

The three thousand Sword Cultivators of the Sword Sect are dragons and phoenixes among men, genius-level figures, how could they be so foolish like ants trying to topple a tree, seeking their own doom?

He simply couldn't understand what these over seven hundred Sword Cultivators intended to do to hold them back.

Could they really hope to hold a pass alone against ten thousand adversaries?

If they truly intend to do so, Demon Lord Taixuan was certain, that today, these over seven hundred Sword Sect Sword Cultivators would meet their downfall without exception.

No matter how sharp the Sword Sect's swords were, how a single flying sword could sweep through and kill thousands, in the end, it would be of no use.

For they must know, the total number of Demon Race troops mobilized this time exceeds ten million, even spread thin across the three frontline cities, there were still millions here.....

Trying to hold such a vast Demon Race army in Tigerhead City is beyond human capability.

Even if a Sword Immortal descended, it was uncertain if it could be done.

The army of the Xuanlin Demon Tribe began to accelerate, their scales flashing coldly like armor, the sound reverberating like thunder.

Due to the strict hierarchy, the Demon Race, compared to the Human Race, was better at taking orders and following commands.

So these exceptionally powerful Xuanlin Demons, were like a well-trained mundane army, exhibiting extraordinary tactical prowess, arranging themselves into a charge formation, sprinting forward straight.

They were numerous, a vast expanse of darkness that seemed ready to swallow the Sword Sect Sword Cultivators blocking their path at any moment.

The pressure was astonishingly immense.

A cold brilliance shone in all directions, chilling and heart-stirring like thunder.

On the other side was a torrent composed of over a thousand flying swords and the myriad Sword Qi slashed by Gu Qiu, also continuing to surge forward.

The sword light glimmered, its sound thunderous.

Attack versus defense.

Sword against armor.

The Xuanlin Demons at the forefront of the charge could now feel the piercing intent emanating from the flying swords.

Their faces turned slightly pale, a hint of nervousness crept in.

"Charge, don't be afraid!"

The leader of the Xuanlin Demons was a Ninth Grade Demon Cultivator, who shouted loudly.

He was also nervous, but countless battles had shown that their scale armor had absolute restraint against the pure physical damage of flying swords.

Thus, he led from the front.

In the next moment, the iron flood clashed with the river of swords.

The sharp flying swords, wielding immense speed and strength, spun fiercely, making contact with his scale armor.

At this moment, beneath the armor of the Ninth Grade Xuanlin Demon, a glow began to emanate, dense and complex symbols were activated, emitting a peculiar radiance, layering over the scales' exterior.

This was their Xuanlin Demons' bloodline divine ability, activating a layer of demonic pattern over their inherently tough scale armor, endowing it with enhanced defensive capabilities.

"Come on!" The leading Ninth Grade Demon Cultivator growled fiercely.

In the previous battle at Dragon City Pass, he had also faced off against Sword Cultivators.

The result back then was that the flying swords, which these Sword Cultivators always prided themselves on, could not even pierce the outer glow of his scale armor after he used his bloodline divine ability, only causing a grating friction sound, before retreating powerlessly.

This time, it would be the same!

The next moment, a dull crash resounded.

The exceedingly confident Ninth Grade Xuanlin Demon at the forefront of the column vanished just like that.

He exploded into a mist of blood, shattered scales like disintegrating armor flew in all directions.

The fragments of broken scales shot out at an incredible speed, resembling hidden weapons glinting with cold light.

Immediately after, another Xuanlin Demon disappeared, vanishing amidst a shower of blood and scales.

Then, more Xuanlin Demons began to fall one after another.

The Demon Race's fierce and determined first wave of charge turned into an exceedingly bloody and tragic scene.

The first rank of Xuanlin Demons, with shattered scales and broken bones, erupted in a spray of blood amidst screams.

In just a brief moment, the sky between the Demon Race's army and Tigerhead City was enveloped in a rain of blood and iron as the charging Xuanlin Demons fell.

The scene was incredibly gruesome.

Amidst the demonic mist, Demon Lord Taixuan's eyes widened as he looked toward Tigerhead City, toward Gu Qiu suspended in mid-air.

In his eyes, a profound dread emerged.

"Sword Sect...." Demon Lord Taixuan murmured aloud.

Indeed, the Xuanlin Demons were supposed to totally counter the Sword Cultivators.

Yet there has never been an absolute counter in this world.

If there were, it only meant you weren't strong enough.

The Sword Sect's Sword Cultivators were strong enough.

Thus, the Xuanlin Demons couldn't suppress the Sword Sect's Sword Cultivators.

A saying widely circulated in the Cultivation Realm:

"There are only two kinds of Sword Cultivators in this world, the Sword Sect Sword Cultivators, and the others."

Though this saying was somewhat exaggerated and overly absolute, it also reflected the strength and uniqueness of the Sword Sect's Sword Cultivators.

In the sky, the demonic cultivators positioned behind the Xuanlin Demon tribe's army had now felt a deep fear from the cruel fate of the Xuanlin Demons.

Without a doubt, in their relentless assault, these Sword Cultivators would eventually exhaust their strength and be consumed.

But they also knew that, before that happened, a heavy price would have to be paid.