Ten years later.
"You little demon, I'm going to tear you to shreds!"
"Ahhh~~~"
Amidst the tumbling spiritual mist, a little girl in a fiery red dress screamed continuously while fleeing. Chasing after her was a flame giant about three meters tall, roaring as it pursued her.
The cultivators along the way let out "exaggerated" screams and scattered in all directions. The little girl's screams reached a frequency beyond what ordinary people could hear. The invisible vibrations swept through, endowing the swirling fog with a will of its own. Subsequently, masses of spiritual mist began to coalesce, and countless condensed mists turned into sturdy swordsmen standing in front of the little girl.
"Beat her up, beat her up!"
The swordsmen formed from the compressed spiritual mist moved instantly, resembling tanks colliding, with their highly compressed, almost solid sword tips striking like a hailstorm.
