On the frontline battlefield, a violent explosion erupted from one of the formation feet. Bathed in multicolored spiritual light, Elder Mi was sent flying backward. He had barely steadied himself when he vomited a mouthful of blood, clearly suffering serious injuries.
"Damn it, where are the reinforcements we were promised? When are they getting here?!"
After his elder brother had fallen in the Water-Fire Secret Realm, Mi Tong took over his position. Yet during this time, he had gained little benefit, while the life-or-death troubles of fighting others kept coming one after another.
That alone was enough to infuriate him. Now, the support promised by the Sharp Light Sect had still not arrived, resulting in casualties on their side. He could barely stop himself from attacking the Sharp Light Sect elder responsible for communications.
"Kid Mi, we can't hold on anymore! More Western Wasteland True Immortals have arrived to reinforce them. We can't defend this place!"
Meng Tianxing, his hair disheveled, suddenly appeared near Mi Tong. Looking at the three streaks of light rapidly approaching in the distance, he spoke anxiously.
"Elder Meng, immediately lead everyone away! I'll hold them off for a while!"
Mi Tong did not hesitate. As he spoke, he took a large handful of immortal talismans from his Storage Bag and scattered them into the air, causing them to stick to what seemed like an invisible wall overhead.
Then, with a movement of his spiritual sense, the immortal talismans began activating in groups of nine, releasing powerful Azure Tornadoes that divided the battlefield.
"Elder Mi!"
At this moment, the Sharp Light Sect elder guarding this formation foot flew over, calling out as if he had something to say.
"Elder Hong, our defeat is entirely the result of your Sharp Light Sect's inadequate support. If you intend