Everyone turned their gaze.
Luke Yates's army alone seemed capable of confronting twenty million demon mantises.
The black flying knives swept out like a river, and thousands of cold swords hung high in the starry sky, instantly scattering and transforming into streams of light.
These flowing lights wove together to form a massive net.
Beneath this net, twenty million elite demons were suppressed by the blades.
Amidst the bloodshed of battle, the corpses of demon mantises filled the starry expanse.
These creatures, resembling enlarged mantises with their razor-sharp forelimbs, were no match for the ferocity of the Northern Army's sword onslaught.
Under the ruthless slaughter, Luke's comrades-in-arms, using their hundred thousand-strong force, decimated twenty million demon mantises.
The prowess of the Sword Manipulation Art under Luke's command was unmatched; none could rival his ferocity.
