I still underestimated the endurance of this realm's demonic cultivators.
Daoist Wang clicked his tongue softly as he watched the opponent in the clouds become wrapped in blazing flames. The enemy continued shouting through Thousand Mile Sound Transmission, furiously condemning the Righteous Path for its shameless sneak attack, yet did not launch an offensive.
At Wangxian Valley.
Figures rose into the sky atop clouds. The Righteous Path elders who had been feasting in the main hall now stood separately according to their sects and relationships.
The elites from the various sects stationed around the perimeter were like a pride of lions awakened from slumber, immediately gathering behind those elders.
Rolling black clouds filled the west.
Blue skies and white clouds stretched across the east.
Golden light flickered from the north as well. A group of Buddhist cultivators radiated boundless golden brilliance, yet they could only become the third force here.
Seeing this, Wang Jixuan swiftly traveled underground, escaping a thousand miles toward the northwest.
Peony had already deployed a high-yield Drilling Nuclear Bomb.
Still uneasy, he took out "a tiny bit" of mass-produced formation foundations and set down dozens of layers of formations underground.
Had he arranged them himself, these dozens of formations would have taken several days and nights to complete.
With Peony assisting him, he only needed to use his escape technique to race through the earth, tossing formation foundations into cracks between rock layers. The formations activated one after another, concealing him.
Even so, by the time Wang Jixuan finished all this, an hour had already passed.
He turned back toward Wangxian Valley.
The disciples of the Righteous and Demonic Paths had already begun fighting there.
Wang Jixuan had perfectly missed the stage where both sides traded insults and their experts engaged in minor sparring.
Daoist Wang