When Demon King Antoine died, the strange phenomenon in the sky instantly disappeared.

The oppressive aura in the air also gradually decreased and disappeared.

Lei Mingyuan and the others, who were fighting against the demon race, immediately felt the pressure on their bodies lessen by a large margin.

The devilish aura of the demon race members, who were originally fearless and were rising again and again like cockroaches that could not be killed, also weakened with the passage of time.

It was obvious that the frequency of their attacks had slowed down compared to before.

Oh no!

He followed Ye Youji's gaze and looked over.

Lei Mingyuan, who was originally fighting successfully with two demons who were both at a great cultivation level, had gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

And although the disciples had obtained a moment of breathing time with the help of the Heavenly Elemental Formation, the situation was still not optimistic.

Ye Youji gritted his teeth and prepared to gather everyone to remove the formation and instead, directly fight with the demons.

At this moment, more than a thousand streams of light flew overhead from afar. Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then a look of joy appeared on their faces.

A group of sect disciples dressed in white rushed into the arena.

"Who are you? You're courting death!"

Hundreds of demons had also noticed the arrival of these blinding streaks of light at this moment, and they hurriedly stopped their steps to attack the approaching formation.

"We're the disciples of the Clear Water Sect. We have been ordered to come and eliminate the demons."

"You demons and devils, come forward and die without haste!"

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

The disciples of the Clear Water Sect drew their swords and fought with hundreds of demons.

"Xu Changqing, it's actually him!" Ye Youji recognized one of the figures at a glance.

If it was really him, then he could make a move and remove the formation. Ye Youji called out to the other disciples in a clear voice.

"Get out of the formation and help the fellow Daoists of the Clear Water Sect get rid of the demons!"

Seeing that reinforcements were coming, the disciples of the Mysterious Sky Sword Sect, who had been holding back their anger, rushed out of the formation and charged toward the demon army without hesitation.

In an instant, the cultivators rallied up the demon army, intimidating them into two groups and suppressed them.

High in the sky, Lei Mingyuang retreated with a single strike and could not stop laughing.

"Hahaha!" We have never been fighting alone. It's simply wishful thinking to invade and destroy our Eastern continent."

Seeing the situation reverse, the faces of the two demon race experts immediately darkened.

The two of them looked at each other, and the scarlet killing intent in their eyes was instantly transmitted.

It was not a good sign that someone had come to support the cultivators!

As for now, only some Nascent Soul Stage and Golden Core Stage cultivators had come. If a few more cultivators of those stages or above had come, then they might be stuck here!

For now, they could only...

They looked at Lei Mingyuan with eyes full of killing intent. "Die!!!"

The two demon experts shouted at the same time, and their cultivation erupted without holding back, instantly turning the air surrounding them into two black clouds.

The black clouds mixed with dense demonic Qi shot toward Lei Mingyuan's body.

Although he had already escaped from the battle, Lei Mingyuan had not ignored the existence of the two people. However, he was still tired, and the moment the attack was launched, he felt the shocking killing intent.

His body had suffered some injuries from the previous fight. The strange black gas seeped into his body through the wounds on his torso and limbs. At this moment, although he looked relatively fine, his strength had been reduced by more than 30% .

Facing the attack of the demonic gas, Lei Mingyuan could only grit his teeth and take it head-on.

A hearty laughter came from not far away.

In the next moment, a middle-aged man dressed in white with a long sword at his waist appeared in front of Lei Mingyuan with an elegant and handsome aura.

"Haha, Elder Lei, you've worked hard. Leave the rest to me to take over."

Seeing the person who had come, Lei Mingyuan's expression froze, but he did not put up a brave front. Instead, he fell to the side to watch the battle.

If the people he had seen just now were the basic forces of the Clear Water Sect, then the person in front of him now could be said to be a cultivator with outstanding combat strength. He was one of the sword cultivators who were on par with the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect's Bai Xueling, and was the closest to being a sword saint!

It was the sword saint of the Clear Water Sect, Yin Zhiping.

Just as Lei Mingyuan was thinking about the elegance of this sword saint, Yin Zhiping only struck out with one sword and landed lightly on the ground.

Huh?

It ended just like that?!

The demonic Qi attack that had been so menacing was now like a thin piece of paper, weak and powerless.

A tearing sound was heard, and the two demon experts that had turned into black clouds instantly pierced through.

Then, they dissipated into a sphere of gas.

A breeze blew over... and they dissipated into the world.

Yin zZhiping glanced at them proudly, then sheathed his sword and walked towards Lei Mingyuan.

At this moment, under the siege of the disciples of the Clear Water Sect and the Mysterious Sky Sword Sect, the remaining hundreds of demons were gradually killed. Two figures, one green and one white, constantly shuttled through the demon army, as if they were starting to collect rewards in a competition.

Yin Zhiping and Lei Mingyuan naturally did not need to intervene in such a battle. Originally, they intended to temper with the battle and take their disciples apart from the demons. Seeing that their disciples had already stabilized the situation, the two of them became spectators for a moment.

Lei Mingyuan nodded, his face revealing a gratified expression. The disciples were doing so good! However, he still turned his head to look at the other white figure.

"The disciples of the Clear Water Sect are indeed the cream of the crop. I haven't seen Martial Nephew Yin for a long time, and his cultivation has made a significant breakthrough."

Upon hearing someone praising his disciple, Yin Zhiping's expression eased up a little.

Although the Clear Water Sect and the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect both belonged to the top ten sects, and their relationship had always been good, they would still compare each other in private. This could not be said to be an open competition or an internal struggle, it could only be said that cultivators could not help but have the desire to compete and compare.

Yin Zhiping's gaze also landed on the two figures who were competing with each other.

One of them was his beloved disciple Yin, and the other should be the young elites of the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect.

However, he faintly felt that his disciple was better than him. This was not just a kind of intuition, but it was also influenced by the confidence in his heart.

A moment later, the demon race had been exterminated1

The disciples of the Clear Water Sect and the Mysterious Sky Sword Sect began to clean up the battlefield, arranging for the injured disciples to be treated, and sending the disciples who could not be saved back to the sect.

The remaining fire burned the corpses and traces of the demon race completely.

After settling everything, the disciples began to wait for orders on the spot.

At this moment, Ye Youji and a handsome youth dressed in white walked up.

"Elder Lei, the matter has already been dealt with!"

The white-robed youth glanced at Ye Youji, his calm eyes still containing a burning flame.

He walked up to Yin Zhiping and said. "Master, I've fulfilled your orders."

Lei Mingyuan and Yin Zhiping looked at each other in tacit understanding, then turned their gazes to their respective disciples.

"Who won?"

"Your disciple has slain 108 demons!" The white-robed youth said as he looked provocatively at Ye Youji.

Eh... was this some competition?

Ye Youji smiled helplessly.

"The number of demons who died at my hands was a total of 97."

Upon hearing this, Lei Mingyuan patted him on the shoulder and said to smooth things over.

"Many thanks to fellow Daoists from the Clear Water Sect for coming to help us today. After the demons are completely eliminated, my Mysterious Sky Sword Sect will definitely send people to your sect to worship the mountains."

"Elder Lei, what are you talking about? The demons have once again wreaked havoc in the Eastern Wastelands, and none of us cultivators can sit idly by and watch. The Mysterious Sky Sword Sect has taken the initiative to send people down the mountains to fight against the demons."

The two of them exchanged pleasantries and discussed the recent situation in the Eastern Wastelands.

After a moment of conversation, their expressions soured.