After discussing and settling on a battle plan, Xing Mang first set off with Li Qi, heading straight for the battlefield.
After quite a while, Xing Mang sent another avatar to take Luo Feng away from the Initial Land.
After nearly a day of travel, Xing Mang and Li Qi finally approached the battlefield.
This battlefield was an endlessly vast void. The fighting had spread across an incomparably broad range, and even a Source World at the battlefield's edge had been blasted apart!
The Lords had no solution to this. After all, they were at a disadvantage.
Whoosh...
Space-time trembled like boiling water. Within the endless roiling waters stood seventy-three terrifying figures, unleashing all manner of highest-level powers. These powers intertwined and cooperated, completely enveloping the seven Lords.
The seven Lords' primary battle avatars were struggling to hold their ground.
Fortunately, Yuan's formation allowed the Lords' cooperation to undergo a qualitative transformation, multiplying their overall strength several times over. Otherwise, they simply could not have withstood the Ancestors' combined assault.
Whether it was Li Qi or Luo Feng, each could only raise the Lords' overall strength by thirty or forty percent. Neither came close to Yuan's importance in group combat.
Of course, after the Lords' strength had already multiplied several times over, another thirty or forty percent was still no small improvement.
"That Starlight Lord is fighting us while splitting off power to ambush teams elsewhere."
"We must crush them."
"The Cultivator Faction is our food. They should be exterminated."
The Ancestors were quite enraged.
The fact that Xing Mang could split off power to ambush teams elsewhere meant that these Ancestors could not force the Lords to respond with their full strength.
Whoosh!
Space-time twisted.
Xing Mang descended with a black-haired, black-clothed man, directly joining the Lords' formation.