At Xuanhe Sect, all disciples entered the crucial nodes of the grand formation, linking their power to the Martial Saint Grand Formation and using the Demon Saint formation to activate the Sacred Weapon.
The Dragon Pattern Gilded Bottle shone with boundless radiance, its Sacred Weapon fluctuations sweeping across the eight directions.
In an instant, the Xuanhe Sect Master regained his confidence.
With the power of two Demon Kings, more than a dozen Demon Venerables, several hundred Divine Condensation Demon Lords, and countless disciples transformed through the Demon Saint formation, they could unleash twenty to thirty percent of the Sacred Weapon's might.
Twenty to thirty percent of a Sacred Weapon's power was already enough to easily suppress and kill Martial King Ninth Layer experts. Even if Wei Fan and the others came, he would not fear them so long as the human side had no more than three Sacred Weapons.
It was not simply a matter of having more Sacred Weapons. What mattered was how much of their power one could unleash.
"I'm here. Do you truly have no fear?"
A cold, stern voice suddenly rang out from afar. Accompanied by thunderous roars, a startling aura surged through the horizon, rolling mightily toward Xuanhe Sect. It was as though a great sun were rolling across the sky, sending ripples through even the Demon Saint Grand Formation.
Everyone in Xuanhe Sect was greatly shocked upon hearing this. Such an aura clearly could not have come from one or two Martial Kings. All of them instinctively looked up, only to see five incomparably domineering figures racing across the distant sky. In the blink of an eye, they arrived above Xuanhe Sect and threw down two enormous objects.
Boom! Boom!
Two massive figures fell from the heavens, shattering the earth and kicking up dragon-like