The enemy outnumbered them three to one. Every Star Realm Clan warrior would have to draw in at least three Illusory God cultivators. Even if they chose only to seal them off, avoid battle, and buy time, the pressure would be immense, and casualties would be hard to avoid... But this was the An Clan warriors' best chance of protecting themselves!
Only then would the enemy struggle to charge into the An Tian Emperor Manor en masse and threaten the old and young of the Lineage!
An Yang King's command came just as the An Clan army's fighting spirit reached its peak. The Xiao Clan's betrayal and An Luan's crisis of loyalty might as well not have existed. All they had to do was hold back the Mu Xue bloodline's Illusory God cultivators!
That made things simple!
They had known despair and sunk into dejection, but neither An Luan nor Li Tianming had let them down. So what did they have left to fear?
"Victory!!"
Every An Clan warrior roared those two words. They opened their lifebound Astral Realms one after another, casting them out like nets into the sea to catch the Illusory God cultivators. The realms struck the colossal cosmic sword like blades, shearing off chunk after chunk!
Their effort to split apart the enemy's Illusory God formation went remarkably smoothly. The colossal cosmic sword seemed to suffer a grievous blow. Pressed down by countless lifebound Astral Realms, it shattered completely, forcing the Divine Tomb Sect followers to fight separately!
"Keep splitting them apart!"
An Yang King's commanding, steady voice swept across the battlefield without a trace of panic.
"Victory!"
That was the Star Realm Clan warriors' answer.
"Elder brother!" An Xue Tian had a new worry. Her lifebound Astral Realm had become a miniature world of ice