This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Chapter 712: Chapter 31 The Vital Strike (Part 1)

The Demon General Qing Ge gazed at the Great Formation of Falling Goose Pass, which appeared strong and unyielding, yet he couldn’t help the surge of excitement and pride within his heart.

Falling Goose Pass, this was the beginning of his rise.

Someday, he would grow from a mixed-blood to an existence like his father, the Ao Ren Demon Venerable!

As for the Guardian Formation, after tens of thousands of years of offensive and defensive battles between the Demon and Human Races, the Demon Race had more or less understood the foundation of the Human Formations.

A Formation is inanimate, but people are not.

Breaking the Formation wasn’t difficult, it just required more time!

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Under Qing Ge’s “commands,” the Demon Race’s offensive officially began.

The breaching of the Formation was carried out in an all-around manner simultaneously.

The Demon Race army, which had Falling Goose Pass completely surrounded, under the leadership of a Seventh Grade Demon Cultivator, launched an attack on the Great Formation of Falling Goose Pass together.

In an instant, Falling Goose Pass seemed to quake and the mountains shook.

Under the Demon Race’s relentless attacks, the Guardian Formation was like a small boat in a stormy sea, looking as if it was about to collapse at any moment, and the radiance above the Sky Dome rippled as if it would shatter at any moment.

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“The Demon Race has dispatched nearly fifty Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators this time. Under such overpowering strength, the talk of a breakout is nothing but empty talk.

Now the slim chance of survival for Falling Goose Pass lies in the hands of that Sixth Grade Demon Cultivator. As for whether or not to make this gamble,” Marquis of An Hai looked at the other dozen-plus Body Integration Realm Cultivators, “it’s for you to decide.”

The roaring sounds continued relentlessly as the Demon Race still launched their furious attacks.

There was surging fire falling down, venomous blood water splashing, Demon Cultivators with blades for hands hacking at the Sky Dome, and the wildly howling, exceptionally sharp winds sweeping through…

All kinds of Divine Skills manifested together.

The Great Formation teetered on the brink of collapse under the barrage of the Demon Race’s fierce assault, but at the same time, it continuously retaliated against the Demon Race under the control of the Human Cultivators of Falling Goose Pass.

Row upon row of the Demon Race fell from the sky, taken down by the Formation’s counterattacks.

The Human Cultivators of Falling Goose Pass now faced a difficult choice.

Either all the Body Integration Realm Cultivators would immediately enter the positions of the Formation to maintain it.

Their joining would not only enable the Formation to hold out for a while longer, but also, with the power of the Formation, inflict greater losses on the Demon Race—at least it could take down quite a few Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators.

The downside was, if they made this choice without support, it meant certain death.

The only difference was how much damage they could inflict on the Demon Race.

The Mana of a Cultivator is always limited; once they exhausted it, the moment of the Formation’s collapse would arrive.

The second option was to let the Low Grade Cultivators maintain the Formation, countering the Demon Race with the intrinsic strength of the Formation itself.

Meanwhile, the Body Integration Realm Cultivators would seek an opportunity to leave Falling Goose Pass, break through the thick ranks of the Demon Army, and get close to the warship to capture Qing Ge, the Demon General.

This was a gamble.

If successful, they would have a great chance of saving Falling Goose Pass.

But that was merely a chance, because Qing Ge might not possess the extraordinary status they believed, and his capture might not be enough to force the Demon Race to withdraw.

Furthermore, capturing Qing Ge was not a guaranteed outcome.

Nearly fifty Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators were watching them like tigers, and these Demon Cultivators were not to be taken lightly; how could they allow the Human Cultivators to approach the warship?

And once they made this choice, whether successful or not, their threat to the Demon Race would significantly diminish—they would have to leave the protection of the Guardian Formation and head straight into danger.

The Human Cultivators of Falling Goose Pass didn’t have much time to ponder.

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“Kill!”

Dense masses of tens of thousands of Demons blotted out the sky, filling the space on all sides of Falling Goose Pass.

The weakest among them were Fourth Grade Demons.

There was no shortage of Fifth and Sixth Grade powerhouses.

In the strictly hierarchical society of the Demon Race, they could only gain the opportunity to transform by entering the battlefield and achieving merits, so they were frenzied and fierce!

“The formations of the Human Race are indeed repugnant.” On the warship, Qing Ge was calm, watching the nearly a thousand Demons who had died under the Formation’s counterattack, and he slightly frowned.

Of course, it wasn’t out of sorrow.

The lives of Low Grade Demons were worth next to nothing in the Abyss.

Even though the Abyss was vast, it could only sustain a limited number of Demons.

Twenty thousand years ago, the number of Demons had already exceeded the carrying capacity of the Abyss.

Under such circumstances, they had to either increase resources or cut consumption. They chose the former, thus unleashing an invasion war on the Human Race in an attempt to seize new territories.

After failing to invade Sky Dome Heaven, the Demon Lords of the Demon Race even began to intentionally send Low Grade Demons of the Abyss into the battlefield beyond their domain as cannon fodder—more ordinary Demon deaths were favorable for “relieving” the Abyss.

And him, Qing Ge, as the son of a Demon Lord with a noble Bloodline, he didn’t even hold those Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators in high regard, let alone care about the lives of these ordinary Demons.

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The Demon Race’s assault continued.

“General, let’s take the gamble.” Amidst the silence, Deputy General Tang Ze coldly gazed at the situation on the field, the first to make a resolution.

His eyes were full of determination.

“Falling Goose Pass still has so many young Cultivators who have just entered the battlefield beyond the realm.

If they grow up, they might well become Eighth Realm Cultivators; even for their sake, we must take this fight!”

Tang Ze turned his head, looking toward the city tower.

There, in groups upon groups, were Low Grade Cultivators who had entered the battlefield beyond the realm with burning passion.