Ardiel's breaths came in ragged gasps, but he fought on. The Demons pressed them from all sides, an unrelenting tide of darkness threatening to overwhelm them. But they weren't alone.
The martial artists from Huashan Sect and Zhongnan Sect who served as the protectors of Han State, stood shoulder to shoulder, each warrior unleashing their techniques with precision and fierce determination. Every sword swing, every kick and punch, was a stand against the abyss.
Amidst the chaos, Ardiel couldn't help but steal a glance at Xuanyun, who fought not within their ranks but far ahead—where the strongest Demons lurked. Despite the urgency of the battle, Xuanyun moved with an elegance that seemed almost unreal.
Xuanyun stood far ahead of the group, separating himself from the others as his blade cleaved through the stronger Abyssal Demons with an otherworldly grace. His movements were effortless, like a dance performed on the edge of a storm.
