15 Chapter 15

As the dust cloud slowly settled, a small ball of flame broke through before anyone could react the flame hit and engulfed one of the four elders behind the sword devil.

Piercing screams that didn't sound human escaped the elder's lips as his figure plummeted from the sky hitting the ground before he went silent. Looking at the burning body on the ground, the Sword devil's complexion turned red from rage as his bloodshot eyes turned back towards the Bai clan's formation, there a small opening barely enough to fit four people was opened.

"Old monster! What are you waiting for?!"

Recovering from his initial shock, the Void sect's patriarch soon turned into a beam of purple light that flew towards the opening, right behind him was Daoist Lin. The sword devil waited for them to take the lead before following. After him came the elders and countless disciples of the Void and Sword mount sect who followed closely behind.

ROOOAARR

No one knew who started it, but together the disciples and elders flew and marched side by side towards the opening. As soon as they passed it, they were greeted by the sight of the Bai clan's patriarch fighting against the sword devil and old monster.

They fought high above the mountain as the shock-waves from their clash were enough to flatten the surroundings, yet none of them dared to. The Bai clan's patriarch was unexpectedly able to hold his own against his two opponents! After exchanging a few blows the trio moved back, the old monster and sword devil seemingly appraising the Bai clan's patriarch.

"It seems like your cultivation has advanced Daoist Bai!" Said the Void sect's patriarch.

"Why would you not inform us that the esteemed Immortal Mentor has descended!" Added the sword devil, the devilish glow in his eyes seemed to grow after seeing that the Bai clan's patriarch has managed to advance.

"Humph! How shameless can you both be? You dare question the esteemed mentor's motives?!" He smugly replied, his eyes quickly gazing back at the mountain top.

Not bothering to reply, the duo resumed their assault. Far below, the two sides were also locked into battle, the Bai clan's disciples had the home advantage and were able to lay traps beforehand so at the initial clash the Void and Sword mount's casualties were heavy.

Limbs flew as the sounds of battle grew louder, the mountain that was green was quickly dyed red as countless bodies fell by the second. The disciples took the ground fighting each other in close quarters combat, various spells could be seen flying overhead occasionally hitting a group of people causing limbs and heads to fly.

The elders on the other hand were fighting a little bit over the ground, their shock waves occasionally ripping an unfortunate disciple to shreds and way above them were the patriarchs.

The Bai clan's members fought together in small squads of four, their coordination was perfect as each disciple protected the one next to him. Various golems activated with shocking strength alongside countless traps, that made the Bai clan seem like fish in the water as they led their attackers around slowly dwelling their numbers.

The Void sect and Sword mount sect on the other hand were hardly coordinated, quite the opposite they seemed to be wary from one another. No one knew when the other would turn on them.

On one side of the battlefield, two Bai clan female disciples retreated as they found themselves surrounded by all sides.

"Little Fan, I will give you an opening use that and regroup with the others." The older disciple quickly spoke to her junior, her beautiful face dirty with mud and dried blood as she glared with venomous eyes at their attackers.

Looking at her surroundings, Little Fan wanted to argue yet one glance at her elder sister was enough to make her understand. She had already made her resolve and there was no changing her mind, they had no time! Tears gathered at the corner of her eyes as she hurriedly used her sleeves to wipe them, which dirtied her face even more yet she did not care.

Looking at her elder sister that turned back to give her one final warm smile, it was the most beautiful smile she had ever seen, she choked on her words as before she could manage to say anything her elder sister had already moved.

"Come you, bastards! I'll take one of you with me!"

Her speed suddenly doubled as she appeared in front of two approaching attackers, her right palm glowed golden as she quickly hit the Void sect disciple aiming for his head, he moved his hand in defense yet her palm was too strong as she blew his hand to pieces a crazed look on her face, disbelief filled his head as he failed to understand how she was suddenly this strong before another palm followed, this time striking true and decapitating his head.

"She's burning her life force! Quick all together!" A sword mount disciple shouted, as his sword flew towards her side penetrating it another sword soon followed from her back, causing her to cough blood.

Looking at the scene, little Fan could not help herself as she screamed.

"NOOO!!!"

Her vision blurred as she turned into a beam of light quickly appearing behind the attacker that stabbed her elder sister from the back her palms surrounded by qi, as she pushed them to his neck. Taken by surprise, the disciple fell dead to the ground no knowing what hit him. Seeing his comrade fall to the ground, the mount sword disciple quickly withdraws his blade as he retreated, causing the elder sister's body to falter before following to the ground.

Little Fan quickly dashed towards her grabbing her before she hit the floor, tears fell from her eyes continually as she looked at her older sister.

"L-Little Fan..."

gazing back at her, she barely managed to speak with a bloodied smile, before a flying sword cut through the sky taking her head with it.

"E-Elder sister! NOO!!"

Looking at the headless body on her arms, little Fan seemed to turn crazy as she screamed with her eyes red she turned to look for the culprit, the sword mount disciple from before with a smug grin on his face as he held his hand for his sword to come back before licking the blood of it. That seemed to be the final straw for little Fan as she screamed with rage, yet before she could attack a giant hammer fell on the mount sword disciple crushing his head and flattening him to pieces, a tall bold muscular Bai clan disciple appeared holding the bloodied hammer his face full of hate before he turned his gaze towards little Fan a small sad hopeless smile drew on his lips.