"Kill them!" the Sword Saint roared, his ancient blade pointing straight down like the merciless finger of an executioner!
"KILL! SLAY THE CELESTIAL PARASITES! CLEANSE OUR WORLD WITH THEIR BLOOD!"
As the Sword Saint's apocalyptic command reverberated across the firmament, hundreds of thousands of native cultivators roared with him in a unified, blood curdling war cry that tore the slate-grey clouds to shreds!
Over three hundred thousand indigenous warriors—riding winged war-beasts with razor talons, soaring on iron-clad battle skiffs, and hurtling forward on blood-soaked flying swords—plunged downward like an inescapable, catastrophic tidal wave of pure vengeance, aiming their lethal spears, toxic darts, and explosive talisman clusters directly at the trapped academy disciples.
Seeing the sky blacken with descending slaughter, the leading senior student standing atop the shattered stone outcrop did not cower.
