Bab 1850: Today, This Path is Blocked

The top 100 demons had to stay. 

With a swift motion, he drew out an ancient sword and channeled his immense power into it, fully awakening the sword's sharpness and artifact spirit. He shouted, "Wake up!"

Whoosh!

The sword emitted a loud hum. 

A green-robed man emerged from the sword, his expression cold and solemn. 

He was the artifact spirit, and his aura was particularly intimidating—about 30% stronger than Isildur's. 

This artifact spirit had grasped the meaning of transcendence, having once served a master who was on the verge of transcending.

"The awakening of our ancestral weapon coincides with a demon invasion of our race. Please seal this place with the race artifacts!" Isildur said solemnly.

"Demon race?" The green-robed artifact spirit's eyes flashed with cold light. 

The ancestral weapons had slain at least half of the experts in their time.