The original huge disadvantage in numbers was completely reversed due to Feng Xiu's sudden move.

More importantly, the combat power of these demon puppets seems to be even stronger than that of the demon warriors in their original state.

"The whole army counterattacks!"

On the side of the Northern Jin Sword Alliance, Feng Xiu's several chief disciples immediately issued attack orders to these resurrected demon puppet warriors.

The offensive rhythm, which had originally slowed down, was revived by Fengxiu's operation, and the demon warriors faced unprecedented negative pressure.

"Erza, immediately order the soldiers to retreat to the back of the mountain. I will hold the line here."

Xu Yang no longer had the slightest bit of playful mentality, and immediately landed in the center of the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss battlefield. He was going to block tens of thousands of revived violent demon warriors by himself!

"Just you alone?

Xu Yang, don't overestimate your abilities, do you really think you are a god?"

Xu Yang didn't say much, and the next moment after he landed steadily, he actually isolated the battlefield completely with his own body, and standing in front of him were tens of thousands of demon puppet warriors.

The next moment, Xu Yang tapped his forehead, and the state of mind of his former Heavenly Eye was used by Xu Yang for the first time in the real world.

A terrifying sound wave erupted instantly, and an extremely real Sky Eye Totem finally condensed above Xu Yang's head.

When the power of the totem fully shone out, an extremely terrifying black aura emanated from around Xu Yang.

Although he does not yet possess the Shura realm, Xu Yang used this method to simulate the formation capabilities of similar realms that he could use, and barely achieved the realm of one man blocking the way for ten thousand.

"Although I cannot control the true Shura realm yet, my own strength is more than enough to stop you."

The next moment, the boundless black enveloped tens of thousands of violent monsters. Soon, these monsters seemed to become restless. They lost their way in the boundless black Shura origin. After losing their target, their souls released extremely painful wails.

How outrageous!

Feng Xiu was furious. He had originally intended to use this move as a trump card, but not only was he forced out by Xu Yang so early, but he was also easily suppressed by him alone.

"Could it be that the plan we spent so much time on will eventually fail today because of this man?"

Feng Xiu was full of fear, but at this time he had just shattered the Qilin Soul and released a pure bloodline origin. His actual combat ability had been greatly reduced. Now it was impossible for him to gain the upper hand in front of Xu Yang, and the trump card he used in the main battlefield seemed to be completely restrained by Xu Yang.

"Master, that Xu Yang seems too powerful, what should we do now?

With his strange formation, the demon puppets we released could not break through at all."

Feng Xiu looked deeply at the only spot of light in the center of the endless darkness below, which was where Xu Yang was, and finally took a breath of cold air helplessly.

"Forget it, give the order to retreat. With Xu Yang here, we will never succeed.

The only thing we can do now is to place our hopes on other battlefields.”

"Hahaha, Fengxiu, you're thinking too much."

At this moment, a burst of unbridled laughter suddenly came from the distant sky.

Xu Yang took a closer look and found that the person coming was none other than Long Mang, whom he had just appointed as the deputy leader of the Qianyun Sect's Sanqian Daozhou branch.

"Why are you here?"

"Haha, Boss, we have already won great victories in the other battlefields. It is precisely because of your perfect strategy that we have the capital to counterattack immediately. We have wiped out more than 60% of the forces of the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, and Suzaku, the three major sword alliance headquarters. Boss Wushuang has already brought a few people to support us here."

Hearing Long Mang's words, Feng Xiu suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the inner disciples of the Xuanwu Hall around him all had ashen faces, as if they had a feeling that the game was over.

"Xu Yang, I'm going to fight you."

Feng Xiu has lived for tens of thousands of years and has never felt as desperate as he does today. It seems that as long as Xu Yang lives one more day, his future will be full of thorns.

"Master, no!"

The senior disciples around him hurriedly tried to stop him, but Feng Xiu's power was too terrifying. He had already turned into a beam of light and rushed towards Xu Yang's direction.

At this moment, Feng Xiu actually grabbed a bone from his flesh and blood in his hand. It was a bone sword that had been washed and improved by the blood of the Qilin!

The power of this sword will be extremely terrifying. Feng Xiu is confident that as long as he can insert this sword into Xu Yang's body, even if he cannot kill him, he will be seriously injured and suffer symptoms of blood collapse.

Boom!

Sure enough, because Xu Yang was in this formation, he did not have much defense, and at the moment when Feng Xiu's sword stabbed at his body, the Nine-Colored Qiankun Bell Soul took the initiative to release an extremely powerful force, and a terrifying bell sound that shook the world spread.

The next moment, the bell sound was transmitted to almost every corner around so far away, and the dazzling light of the bell soul completely protected Xu Yang's body inside it, breaking the bone sword in Feng Xiu's hand completely into pieces.

puff!

A large mouthful of blood gushed out, and Feng Xiu was completely helpless this time, and he lost consciousness while being blown away.

If it weren't for the Qilin's power protecting him, the damage from this rebound would have been enough to shatter him into pieces.

The chief disciples immediately hugged Feng Xiu's body and rushed to the end of the outer perimeter, while the others tried their best to resist the support team led by Long Mang.

"Keep them for me, don't let any of them go."

The voice of the dragon python enveloped the entire battlefield. Xu Yang did not stop him, but Xu Yang knew very well in his heart that Feng Xiu was not destined to die today and it was absolutely impossible for him to die like this. After all, he was a puppet chosen by the Qilin lineage. Even if he wanted to die, Qilin would not give him such a chance.

However, the only thing to be thankful for is that the hundreds of thousands of demons did not suffer too much loss, with only tens of thousands of warriors killed.

This is a blessing in disguise. If Xu Yang had not arrived in time, the entire Wanmo Abyss would have suffered a devastating disaster today. Because looking at the entire demon clan, no one, not even Queen Erza, can stop the power of the Wind Sleeve Qilin.

It is worth mentioning that these elite disciples brought by Longmang are also very powerful in combat. Even when competing with the clan members of the Xuanwu Hall of the Sword Alliance, they are not inferior.

After a while, Xu Yang personally joined the battlefield and began to kill the crazy gangsters of the Northern Jin Sword Alliance.

Although Xu Yang didn't care much about Feng Xiu's life or death, he had no intention of letting go of the core foundation of the Northern Jin Sword Alliance.

Finally, thousands of the Sword Alliance's top swordsmen were killed or wounded in the joint encirclement of Xu Yang and the Dragon Python support forces, and more than 80% of the top swordsmen died in this battle.