Riding on her flying sword, Ji Fengyan carried out a slaughter frenzy on the demons. She summoned lightning to protect the Ping City citizens before entering the enemy flanks, leaving behind chaos wherever she went.
In the midst of the battle, Ji Fengyan glanced towards Linghe and the rest. Compared to the Wolf Smoke Regiment soldiers, the combat skills of Linghe and company were beyond outstanding. The low-level demons were like ants before them, completely unable to even come close.
Traces of a smile flashed across Ji Fengyan's eyes.
Immortal cultivation would not impart any special feeling to the practitioner at the onset. Absorbing the essence of heaven and earth into the human physique—cultivation was a subtle art and the immense power cultivated over time had long been accumulated within the bodies of Linghe and company, without their knowing. Only in the face of crisis would that power be unleashed and unveil its true potential.
