Three true spirit phantoms appeared above the human territory, reflected beneath the vault of heaven. The sight was immensely magnificent and shocking.
Although they were merely phantoms, everyone understood that if these True Spirit Families truly went all out, they could genuinely summon the true spirits themselves.
When that time came, it would not be so easy to bring things to a close. Those foreign Mahayana cultivators would all perish here—there was no doubt about it.
When the nest was overturned, how could any egg remain intact? Even a three-year-old child understood that. How could these True Spirit Families fail to understand it?
This great battle had come far too suddenly. No one knew what its outcome would be. If the Two Heavenly Venerates were both to fall here, the entire human race would be driven into a desperate situation. When that happened, these True Spirit Families would not meet a good end either.
By then, preserving those trump cards would be useless. Thus, at this moment, they had to step forward, display their foundations, and use them to deter the foreign races.
The battle between the five Mahayana experts continued. It did not cease because of the appearance of the three true spirit phantoms; instead, it grew even fiercer.
A terrifying sea of spiritual power exploded beneath the heavens, while vast waves of spiritual pressure rolled out one after another. The earth was shaken open with countless cracks stretching tens of thousands of feet, as though it were about to collapse.
Foreign Mahayana Ancestors attacking human territory—how many tens of thousands of years had it been since such a thing had happened?!
In Panlong City, Long Yi, dressed in coarse hemp robes, stared fixedly at the vast battlefield in the distance. Feeling that terrifying spiritual pressure, his expression was