On the battlefield, the Golden Thread Pavilion's side was more bloodthirsty and aggressive. Though there was rarely any coordination between individuals, their offensive rhythm was swift. Despite having half as many people as Great Virtue Temple, they fought their enemies to a standstill.
In contrast, the monks of Great Virtue Temple placed greater emphasis on cooperation, adopting battle formations to withstand the Golden Thread Pavilion's attacks.
For a time, colossal beings collided, demonic gods raged, and blood qi filled the sky.
The cultivation methods of this world's cultivators were already exceedingly bizarre. Not to mention that quite a few corpse gods were present, all of them wielding the rule power of forbidden artifact fragments. The battle between the two sides thus appeared all the more sinister and strange.
A giant resembling both an arhat and a fiend leaped high into the air. With palms like thunder, it struck down again and again, forcing several Golden Thread Pavilion cultivators of the same realm to retreat step by step.
Among the Golden Thread Pavilion cultivators, some opened enormous mouths in both hands and spewed out great amounts of filth, continuously releasing poison that kept the Great Virtue Temple monks from approaching.
Though the fighting was intense, casualties on both sides were nearly negligible. Aside from weaker cultivators whose severe injuries recovered slowly, corpse gods could heal even grave wounds very quickly.
They fought for a long while, over a quarter of an hour, yet there was still no clear outcome.
If this continued and the battle refused to end, Great Virtue Temple might well send out powerful enemies.
Yang An watched for a while, then lost interest.
Cultivators possessed immortality, so battles between those of the same realm were destined to be long, tedious affairs with no victor in sight, unless an