Bab 422: Worthy? If They Were God Favorite II

With a synchronized motion, they thrust their hands forward, directing the radiant blade towards the heart of the demonic horde. The blade sliced through the air, leaving a trail of shimmering light in its wake.

The demons, caught in the path of the celestial weapon, were obliterated instantly, their bodies disintegrating into motes of light. The battlefield shook with the force of the impact, and the very air seemed to hum with the power of the cultivators' combined attack.

Thud! The big sword hurtled towards the Demon King's castle but was met with an unseen barrier, its impact causing the entire structure to shudder.

Hila, awakened by the tremor, opened his eyes. "A big sword..." he murmured, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Yawn