Xu Xian held the battle flag and was the first to charge out, with the disciples of the Wendao Sword Sect snapping back to their senses and following in a hurry.
The sect's position was already near the front, and they struck out at the very first moment.
They led the way on this platform.
They followed the long bridge, charging toward the ruins.
The platform was over ten thousand zhang high.
There was no retreat.
Jumping meant certain death, and staying meant being trapped on a platform so crowded that it would soon be piled high with blood and corpses.
Reality unfolded exactly as Xu Xian had predicted.
The moment the Wendao Sword Sect group left, bloodshed erupted on the platform behind them as people screamed and cursed.
Blades plunged in clean and came out red, and if you happened to stab a demon, they came out green.
"Ah!"
"You sneak-attacked me!"
"Kill him!"
"Daring monster, I'll kill you!"
"If you have a grudge, settle it now, if you have a debt, collect it now, kill them all!"
A melee broke out instantly.
Some sects and families chose to defend their ground, setting up formations, while others charged forward like a sword, trying to seize the high bridge.
Leaving the platform led to a vast, boundless wasteland, and although it was devoid of life and littered with bones, it at least offered places to hide.
Furthermore.
Many people had entered together but were now scattered.
Only by leaving this platform could they reunite with those on the other platforms, yet most people were always a step too late.
The ten-zhang wide bridge was completely blocked, and in just a short while, the bridgehead had become a scene of blood and corpses.
People were crushed against people, and corpses were piled upon corpses.
Blades and swords hacked away as blood splattered everywhere.
Demons, monsters, humans, and spirits fought in one place, and the sounds of screams and roars were endless, while some powerful descendants of immortal-demons even blocked the bridgehead.
They hacked and slashed like madmen.
If not for the fact that they could not manifest their true forms, this bridge might have been shattered by their blows.
"Mine, it's all mine, kekeke, it's all mine!"
"Die, everyone die for me!"
"This bridge is mine, if you want to pass, leave your life behind!"
Someone shouted with boundless arrogance, but in the next second, their head was severed, and someone spat on the remains.
Their eyes were full of contempt.
"Pah!"
"Trash. Who the hell do you think you are?"
There were others who were indeed powerful, standing alone and slaughtering hundreds or thousands of people.
Lives were like wheat, being harvested one crop after another.
The word tragic was an understatement.
Similar scenes were playing out simultaneously on all the Eight-Direction Platforms.
The evil of human nature was completely released at this moment.
Hot blood mixed together and splattered onto this dark, lifeless wasteland, and the pair of blood-red suns in the sky seemed to turn even more crimson.
Because they had seized the initiative, the Wendao Sword Sect group following Xu Xian was already far from the battlefield, and not a single person had been lost.
Some had tried to block them.
However, Xu Xian had easily sent them to permanent sleep with a single flick of his sword.
Although the descendants of immortal-demons, elves, demons, and even the geniuses of the ancient human lands were dissatisfied with Xu Xian.
And even revealed their killing intent.
They were not stupid, and no one was willing to seek out such a god of slaughter at the very beginning of this massacre.
Moreover.
He was surrounded by hundreds of people.
The ten days of slaughter had just begun.
There was no rush.
Xu Xian ran very fast, and even though he deliberately slowed his pace, the sect disciples had to chase with all their might, grit their teeth, and practically roll forward to keep up.
However, listening to the shouts of killing behind them and glancing back at the tragic scene, they secretly felt lucky.
Fortunately, the Little Grand-Uncle's decision had been decisive.
Otherwise, in that kind of melee, no one could guarantee they wouldn't be stabbed in the back.
On the other platforms, the decisions of the Wendao Sword Sect were similar, all of them charging out in the shortest time possible.
Even if they had to fight through the bridgehead, they had only one goal: get down.
Before coming in.
It had already been agreed that all actions would follow the commander, and who was the commander?
Naturally, it was the Little Grand-Uncle.
If Xu Xian wasn't there.
Then they would go find Xu Xian.
There was nothing else to say.
However, they weren't the only ones with this idea, and the Wendao Sword Sect had never been popular in this world, having many enemies.
On the seven other platforms, without Xu Xian's deterrence, other races attacked them in groups like hungry wolves.
"It's the Wendao Sword Sect, kill them first!"
"The chance for revenge has come!"
"Trying to run, chase them!"
Of course.
Those of the Wendao Sword Sect were not pushovers, as people who grew up in the environment of the Northern Borders had all experienced life-and-death slaughter many times.
In addition, their talent was one in ten thousand, so they were naturally not to be underestimated in a fight.
They managed to fight their way out of the crowd with unstoppable momentum.
"Kill our way out!"
"Charge together!"
"A bunch of little runts, come on, let's go!"
Blood stained their armor, and notches appeared on their long swords as the numbers on their palms kept jumping.
Lu Yuan led the way with a mountain-cleaving blade.
Whether it was a human, a beast, or a demon.
With one strike,
They were either split in half or hacked into two pieces.
He fought from the platform to the bridgehead, and from the bridgehead to the bridge surface, leaving a trail of blood behind without even blinking an eye.
The disciples of the Wendao Sword Sect followed him and managed to charge out smoothly.
Xia Chu Yi followed close by his side and couldn't help but sigh.
He was truly ruthless.
This was what it meant to be a man of few words but lethal actions.
Not only were the Wendao Sword Sect's own people surprised, but even the descendants of the immortal-demons were shocked.
Who would have thought the Wendao Sword Sect had such a ruthless character?
No one was willing to face his edge, and they silently chose to step aside.
On the same platform, Chi Ji, the demon son, was in a much more difficult situation as she held her immortal demon spear and wore the armor gifted by Bai Mang.
She was caught in the heat of the battle.
She was somewhat outmatched.
Fortunately.
The demons fought to the death to protect her, barely managing to support her.
The beginning was chaos, a decisive battle, a melee.
Chaos, chaos, chaos...
On another side, Yao Xiaoxiao protected Lin Qianqian and led over a hundred disciples as they also fought their way out, and although she wasn't as fierce as Lu Yuan or as fast as Xu Xian.
With the support of the Spirit-Sealing Seal, she was able to completely control the yin qi within her body.
Even if her sea of qi was imprisoned, the yin qi was not bound by the laws here.
Releasing it around her, the malice was like sharp blades, tearing everything apart.
The geniuses on the same platform could only secretly marvel at the sight.
The Taiyin Immortal Body.
It lived up to its reputation.
The Wendao Sword Sect was truly a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
As for the other platforms, the situation was relatively more tragic, and some sect disciples had already fallen in pools of blood.
Zhang Yang and Tu Kongkong had swapped roles, with Tu Kongkong charging in front, her immortal sword clearing the way, while Zhang Yang followed behind, clutching his bleeding chest.
Zhang Yang was sturdy.
He looked very fierce.
But it was only an appearance.
In terms of talent.
He couldn't even rank in the Wendao Sword Sect, and if he hadn't met Xu Xian, obtained a heaven sword, and eaten the flesh of the Xiushe.
By today, he would probably still be stuck in the foundation establishment stage.
Furthermore.
He had a kind personality and lacked ruthlessness.
In this kind of chaotic battle, he was indeed at a disadvantage.
Tu Kongkong was different.
She was the descendant of the Tushan immortal-demons, and her bloodline was right there.
With her physical strength and a sentient immortal sword, she had few rivals.
"A-Yang, don't cry, I'll lead you out!"
"I'm not crying."
"Then why are your eyes wet?"
"That's splattered blood..."
The most tragic case was the platform where Niu Batian was located, as they had few people and no powerhouses to lead them.
They were squeezed behind the boundary wall at the very beginning, and although they had fought their way out with great effort, they were still being pursued relentlessly.
Niu Batian held a heavy sword and blocked the middle of the bridge, letting out a roar.
"Brothers, you go first, I'll cover the rear!"
"Come on!"
"I'll smash you all to death!"
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