"He's lost it! Senior Disciple Brother has lost it!"
Seeing Niu Ben charge straight toward that terrifying black vortex instead of retreating, Zhao Gongming nearly popped his eyes out and cried out instinctively from behind.
No one knew what lay beyond that vortex!
But the aura of that single claw reaching out was already enough to strike terror into saints. What would happen if its owner descended in person?
The best choice was clearly to gather the strength of the entire Primordial Wilderness before the enemy fully crossed over, deploy the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation and the Great Formation of the Stars of the Heavens, and prepare for battle.
Yet their Senior Disciple Brother had simply charged in alone!
"Now that's our Senior Disciple Brother!"
Duobao Daoist watched Niu Ben's resolute figure with fervent admiration written all over his face.
"What does it mean to be the Mystic Gate Guardian? To be the greatest across all heavens?"
"It means possessing this invincible spirit—to advance even against an army of millions!"
"We cultivators should all aspire to this!"
Listening to his eldest disciple, Tongtian Cult Master was also swept up in heroic fervor. He laughed heartily, and the Qingping Sword at his waist sprang from its sheath with a ringing clang.
"Well said! Duobao, help your master set up the formation. We'll... cheer your Senior Disciple Brother on!"
Tongtian had originally intended to say "provide support," but after considering Niu Ben's absurd strength and glancing at the claw in the vortex, he sensibly changed his wording.
Who was he kidding? In a battle of this caliber, he would probably be nothing more than oversized cannon fodder. Better to stick to boosting morale and avoid getting in Niu Ben's way.
The corner of Primordial Heavenly Lord's mouth twitched. Silently, he waved the