The Five Elements Power?
Fang Chen's heart jolted. Could it be a cultivator from Primordial Antiquity who practiced the Five Elements Dao?
"Can you make out what that person looks like?"
Fang Chen asked urgently.
"No. He's too far away, and the turbulence from the battle is too chaotic."
Little Crane said, "But I can sense that his Five Elements Power is unstable. He seems to have suffered a severe injury, and his Origin is damaged."
Fang Chen made his decision.
He said to Little Crane, "Get closer as discreetly as you can. Don't expose us. We'll observe first, then decide whether to intervene."
"Understood!"
Little Crane immediately withdrew every trace of his aura. Spirit Crane Space shrank to its limit, becoming a nearly imperceptible speck of spatial dust that drifted toward the battle.
A distance of several star regions was not far for Little Crane.
In less than the time it took One Incense Stick to burn, they reached the edge of the battlefield.
Through the Light Screen of Spirit Crane Space, everyone saw a chilling sight.
The Void lay shattered, riddled with Space Rifts and chaotic currents of Law.
At its center, five members of the Devil Race, their bodies wreathed in Black Mists, were besieging a group of cultivators.
There were seven cultivators. Every one of them was wounded, their auras feeble.
They stood back to back in a circle, barely holding off the devils' attacks.
But anyone could see they would not last much longer. Their Formation was on the verge of collapse, and every face was pale as paper.
The cultivator wielding the Five Elements Power whom Little Crane had mentioned was a middle-aged man in a worn green robe.
He stood at the front of the defensive circle, forming seals with both hands as