The 200 swords that carried strands of Nether Ghostflame had formed a completely round sword formation in midair. Surging waves of fire and terrifying Sword Intent swept out incessantly from them. At this moment, the glow of this sword formation simply surpassed the scorching sun in the sky!

“All members of the devil race, retreat!”

“Members of the nether race, retreat!”

At practically the exact same time, Mo Ke and Hun You shouted in succession, and their voices ...