The outside world was the same. Even the Earth Immortals fell silent.
The situation was now obvious. The rules within the Ancient Dou Shen Tu were in ruins; beings above the Early Nirvana Stage could not enter.
But if those at the Early Nirvana Stage entered, they would be utterly unable to deal with Lin Xuan. After all, even that genius of the Tree Spirit Clan had fallen.
After turning it over and over in their minds, it seemed the only tactic left was a battle of attrition.
But no one was a fool, and no one wanted to throw away their life. Someone had to take the lead in such a matter.
Aelian had even considered forcibly ordering the Dark Hordes into it, drowning Lin Xuan beneath sheer numbers.
Yet for some reason, Aelian always had the feeling that Lin Xuan did not fear a battle of attrition. He was even... looking forward to it.
"What exactly is he expecting?"
The remnant will of Aelian fluctuated violently, yet in the end, he found no answer at all.
Fury surged into his heart, making even the Ancient Dou Shen Tu tremble. Clearly, Aelian was far from calm at this moment.
"Spirit Mountain!"
Suddenly, Aelian's furious shout rang out from within the Ancient Dou Shen Tu, and the beings of the Dark Forest front immediately turned their gazes toward the Spirit Mountain front.
"Since we share an enemy, why have you not acted?"
Aelian was questioning them, his icy voice spreading across the entire front.
The living beings on Spirit Mountain frowned, and almost none answered.
Before long, however, Buddha Light rose into the air. Zhi Kong, Spirit Mountain's imperial seed, soared skyward and looked toward the Ancient Dou Shen Tu from afar.
"Amitābha!"
He raised one palm before his chest