"Form up!" Elder Zhou, whose legs had been severed, shouted sharply.
The childlike elder tilted his head and said, "We have killed Three Flowers Dao Lords before. The aura around Yanfu is extraordinary. Be careful."
The one-armed brawny man roared in a muffled voice, "Do not let a single mighty cultivator break through the line of defense we forged!"
"Look at this great banner!"
Grandma Qin, veiled in imperial gauze, pointed at the long banner.
"All disciples of our immortal sect."
"Those whose bodies perish and Dao vanishes, enter the banner!"
"Junior Brother, strengthen our immortal sect!" Grandma Qin looked at Tu Shan Jun.
The elders of the Taiyi Ascension Immortal Sect cupped their hands.
In unison:
"Senior Brother, strengthen our immortal sect!"
Great Elder Chongming of the Heavenly Yang Divine Sect howled, "Even if we shed our last drop of phoenix blood, even if we fight down to the last soldier, we will never retreat half a step!"
"No retreat!"
"No retreat!"
Venerable Fierce Interval roared, "Cover the old Dao Lords as they charge through!"
Eight Great Dao Lords formed a protective wedge, enclosing Tu Shan Jun in the center. Dozens of Dao Lord mighty cultivators flying alongside them were like bare crimson arms thrown wide.
As their formation shifted, they resembled a longsword cleaving open the barriers of the demonic abyss. Demonic qi rushed at them head-on, while streams of soaring, profound Great Dao aura filled their eyes.
Those were clearly the Dao Lord mighty cultivators confronting them.
Tu Shan Jun had no time for further thought or emotion. On the battlefield, he had to remain utterly focused.
Win.
Victory spoke louder than a thousand words.
His divine sense stretched across the heavens, encompassing the cosmos.
Among countless figures, he instantly locked onto Yanfu, who stood within the