Wang Ming sat alone atop the Ask the Heavens Platform.
Taking in the changes of the entire battlefield, the battle had completely broken away from mortal warfare by now.
It had entered an extraordinary war between immortals and deities.
Protected by layer upon layer of grand formations, the ordinary people on the side of Chaoge City suffered no real harm, yet being caught inside the formations, they were frightened out of their wits by the water, fire, wind, and thunder appearing in the void.
Fortunately, Jiang Ziya had opened a gate of space earlier, and under his evacuation, the forces of Xiqi had withdrawn from the battlefield.
Otherwise, it would have been a river of blood by this moment.
The high-end combat power on Chaoge's side was not abundant, but relying on the advantage in numbers and cooperating with various formations, they forcibly stabilized the battle situation.
"Yun Zhongzi! Have you thought it through?"
Wang Ming extended his palm to catch the rain falling from the sky. The sky was densely covered with dark clouds, followed by the clashing of various profound magical arts, making the battle extremely fierce.
Yun Zhongzi withdrew his palm from Yu Ding Zhenren's back, glanced at his other fellow apprentices who were still fighting bitterly, and then raised his head to look at the sky. Behind the thick clouds, his master and martial uncle were fighting.
In the end, Yun Zhongzi sighed and spoke toward the direction where Wang Ming was: "The Great King has given me face, and I should naturally leave.
However, my sect's kindness to me is as heavy as a mountain, and today the sect needs me. How can I leave out of fear of death?
Great King, please!"
As his voice fell, the horsetail whisk in Yun Zhongzi's hand flickered,