A streak of lightning flashed across the entire battlefield, moving so fast that both sides locked in battle thought they were seeing things.
Time flew by. Mosqi single-handedly suppressed the six Near Dao Earth Immortals, and the faces of Mixi Luo and the others had long since gone deathly pale.
"Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet? Are they just going to watch us die?"
Mixi Luo grumbled inwardly. The domains of their six Near Dao Earth Immortals were nearly being shattered. A being at the level of a Young Ancestor was simply far too powerful.
By now, they had already been forced back a great distance, their battle line retreating again and again. If this continued, they would definitely be driven all the way back to the anchor point.
"Still not coming out? The top prodigy hidden among the Wind-Thunder Hǒu clan!"
Mosqi's spiritual will continuously spread, blanketing the entire battlefield.
"This is going too far!"
Mixi Luo and the others looked extremely unpleasant. Those words were nothing less than contempt for them.
Who did not know that their Young Ancestor, Mi Luo Xiu, had already died in the Sun and Moon Divine Dynasty, slain by Lin Xuan? Yet Mosqi still dared to say such things. To them, it was practically a knife through the heart.
Mixi Luo and the others gritted their teeth and erupted with power, but it was futile.
Meanwhile, Lin Xuan had harvested a great quantity of Dragon Essence. The dragon shadows within his body churned even more violently, even beginning to emit streams of radiant order divine light, blazing brilliantly and illuminating every corner of his body.
"Gone?"
Lin Xuan was undergoing a transformation. More than a dozen Dragon Essences revolved around him, their power being rapidly drawn away.
Yet within Lin Xuan's perception, there