The battle was urgent, leaving Zhu Yu with little time to strike a pose.
He merely appeared in the air before countless flying swords shot out from his body with a whizz.
There were nine hundred and ninety-nine such swords, each an artifact of exceptional quality. Combined, they formed a sword array whose might rivaled that of a spiritual treasure.
The nine hundred and ninety-nine flying swords formed a sword array around Zhu Yu. Then, with a single point of his finger, these swords surged like a great river towards the demon army.
The encirclement formed by the demon army quickly collapsed under the impact of his sword array. Limbs flew, and the demons wailed.
The sword array charged into the encirclement. At this moment, Xiao Fei and Huang Feifei were both trapped. Zhu Yu did not hesitate to prioritize saving Huang Feifei.
The reason was simple: her beauty.
If Xiao Fei were to perish, as a friend, he would reluctantly take care of Huang Feifei in his stead.
Zhu Yu's sword array swept down like a relentless river, instantly trapping the demon Nascent Soul cultivator facing Huang Feifei within the array.
With the combined power of their two Nascent Souls, they believed they could quickly slay this demon.
However, Huang Feifei did not think as Zhu Yu did. Seeing that Zhu Yu had already trapped the Nascent Soul demon within his sword array, she rejoiced.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Zhu Yu, for your assistance!"
"I'll leave this to you. I'm going to check on Young Master's situation."
Huang Feifei thanked Zhu Yu, then disengaged, leaving the enemy for Zhu Yu to face alone.
"Stupid woman!"
Zhu Yu was left bewildered in the wind but could do nothing but focus all his efforts on dealing with the demon expert before him.
After breaking free from the formidable enemy, Huang Feifei gulped down a large mouthful of spiritual wine and summoned her flying sword, aiming to slash at the back of the Bone Spike Demon's head.
The Bone Spike Demon was in the process of relentlessly pursuing Xiao Fei, confident that one or two more strikes would surely bring Xiao Fei down under its bone spikes.
However, at this moment, Huang Feifei intervened from the side, launching a surprise attack from behind and disrupting his attack rhythm.
With no other option, he had to temporarily abandon Xiao Fei to deal with Huang Feifei's assault.
Xiao Fei, who had been prepared to die at any moment, finally gained a chance to breathe.
He remained on the battlefield, moving around and harassing the enemy, while seizing the opportunity to pull out the bone spikes embedded in his body one by one.
As the bone spikes were removed, flesh began to regenerate, quickly filling the wounds.
His current regenerative ability meant that any injury that wasn't an instant kill was essentially useless against him.
Xiao Fei pulled out the bone spikes, silently counting. By the time he had removed them all, his injuries had also healed.
He had calculated that he had been pierced by a total of 3,548 bone spikes, along with numerous other wounds of varying sizes.
It was as if not a single part of his body was unharmed; even his face had three spikes, leaving three large bloody holes. Fortunately, none had pierced his brain.
Xiao Fei firmly etched the number 3,548 into his memory, vowing to return the favor in the future.
Now that his injuries had largely recovered and he was full of energy, he and Huang Feifei, working in tandem, quickly gained the upper hand.
The entire battlefield was now roughly divided into three sections. One was Zhu Yu, who had trapped a demon Nascent Soul expert with his sword array and was now fighting a single demon Nascent Soul, surprisingly gaining the advantage.
Another was Xiao Fei and Huang Feifei fighting the Bone Spike Demon together, and they too had gained the upper hand.
The remaining battle was between the Flying Heavenly Giant Boat and the demon army.
The flying boat continued to focus on surprise attacks and harassment, launching a round of attacks before swiftly retreating, never lingering. It would return when the time was right.
The demon army was helpless against this tactic. Sending a small contingent to pursue was like a dog chasing a meat bun, yielding nothing. If they sent too many, their encirclement would be difficult to maintain.
This was a dilemma.
Just as the battle reached its peak intensity, a team of human cultivators flew in from a distance.
This team consisted of just over a hundred people, with varying cultivation levels, the strongest being at the Nascent Soul stage, and the weakest only at the Foundation Establishment stage.
"Fellow Daoists, do not despair. The Human Flying Moon Guerrilla Team has arrived to provide support."
Upon their arrival, this group of cultivators immediately joined the fight against the demons without hesitation.
It turned out they were a human guerrilla team operating in the vicinity. Upon learning of the large-scale battle, they had rushed to the scene.
There were many human cultivators hidden throughout the Eastern Continent. Some acted alone, while others formed teams.
Under the suppression of powerful enemies like the demons, humanity had become even more united.
In times of crisis, they would support each other.
The demon army's mobilization in this direction to intercept the Flying Heavenly Giant Boat had alerted some well-informed cultivators, who were already heading towards the battlefield.
The Flying Moon Guerrilla Team was merely the first team to respond to the news.
Subsequently, human cultivators scattered throughout the surrounding areas were also arriving at the battlefield one after another.
"Crimson Blood Squad arrives to reinforce!"
"Flying Eagle Squad arrives to reinforce!"
"Long Aotian Squad arrives to reinforce!"
"..."
Many distant cultivator teams, unable to reach the battlefield in a short time, took advantage of the emptiness elsewhere in the demon forces to launch surprise attacks on numerous strongholds, achieving considerable gains.
On this battlefield, the number of reinforcing human cultivators grew, and gradually, humanity began to gain the upper hand.
What was initially an ambush launched by the demon army had now devolved into a defensive struggle.
At the center of the battlefield, Zhu Yu's nine hundred and ninety-nine flying swords, possessing immense power, had rendered the demon of the same cultivation level utterly incapable of defending itself.
The prevailing understanding among cultivators in the Eastern Continent was that, at the same cultivation level, demons possessed greater combat power.
This was a conclusion drawn from countless bloody lessons, universally acknowledged.
However, Zhu Yu's current strength far surpassed this traditional perception, exceeding demons of the same cultivation level by a wide margin.
Zhu Yu had learned the reason for this when he inherited the legacy of the Thousand Saints Sect.
It was not that the human physique was inferior to the demonic one, but rather that their cultivation methods were utterly garbage.
The cultivation methods held by cultivators in the Eastern Continent were too inferior. Humanity's truly profound techniques were not found here.
As Zhu Yu controlled his flying swords, lost in thought, a sharp, piercing scream suddenly reached his ears.
He looked closely and saw that the enemy had been accidentally killed by him.
He had intended to use this opportunity to further comprehend the profound mysteries of this sword array, but unexpectedly, it had died so quickly.