The war on the ground had raged for three days and three nights, and the artillery fire had not ceased for a single moment.
Likewise, the battlefield in mid-air that belonged to Xiao Tianyang and Kankuli was no less fierce than the one on the ground.
At the very least, they had already destroyed most of the space above the soldiers' heads, tearing open countless bizarre and fantastical scenes.
If nothing unexpected happens, those should have been projections of other planes.
The principle was similar to a mirage.
The only difference was that the current phenomenon carried a certain degree of destructive power.
If this continued, the entire region would be covered by spatial turbulence and shredded to pieces.
At that moment, a streak of golden light shot across the sky like a meteor.
Only when it came to a halt could those watching the battle identify its owner.
Xiao Tianyang.
Not only had he been knocked back; his clones had been driven back as well.
However, their movements were concealed, and they could dissipate the force by slipping into the space of evil intent or Killing Intent Space.
"What a troublesome fellow."
Ram Horn appeared beside him and said with lingering fear, "He almost snatched my arm away."
Changing the subject, he looked at White Robe and said bitterly, "Why didn't you save me just now?"
"Could I have?"
White Robe replied coldly, "The only way I could have saved you was by severing two of his fingers."
"If I had truly gone to save you, would you have been able to retreat unscathed now?"
Ram Horn's expression returned to normal. Raising an eyebrow, he said, "Since when did you become so fond of making excuses..."
Xiao Tianyang cut him off before he could finish. "Do you really think