The monsters' faces turned deathly pale, their bones cracking under the crushing pressure.
"Old Ancestor, save me! Save me!"
"Father, save me!"
Panic covered their faces as they turned toward the nineteen Quasi-fifth-Rank Three-Headed Lions, their cries for help rising one after another.
However...
Those Old Ancestors could barely protect themselves.
They tried again and again, but whether they flew skyward or burrowed underground, every attempt failed. They could not escape the formations.
Even their combined bombardment had little effect.
The barrier formed by thirty-six formations stood firm as bedrock, cutting them off completely from the outside world.
Boom!
After another combined bombardment, the formations remained utterly unmoved.
They all stopped attacking, their expressions growing exceptionally grim.
"Who are you?"
"Could you be a descendant of the Heavenly God spoken of in the legends?"
The Three-Headed Lion Clan's chief looked around and called out loudly.
"Though our clan descends from the Moon God, we also respect the Heavenly God. We have never shown him the slightest disrespect. Why have you attacked our clan? Is it for the Human Race?"
"If this truly is for the Human Race, we can discuss it. There is no need to fight to the death."
He humbled himself, seeking only a chance to negotiate.
But Li Chang'an could not be bothered to respond.
With a thought, he controlled the formations.
Countless strands of Quasi-fifth Rank power instantly emerged, like invisible blades roaming through the darkness.
"This is bad!"
All the Three-Headed Lions sensed danger.
The next instant, boundless Quasi-fifth Rank power surged toward them.
Rumble!
Their faces grim, they frantically bombarded their surroundings, shattering wave after wave of formation power.
In the process, their monster power was rapidly depleted.
"Who exactly are you? Could we speak?"
Still clinging to a sliver of hope, the Three-Headed