Inside Liang City, all the Eighth-Order Liang Clan members flew to the various formation nodes of the Sky Trace Array and poured every bit of power in their bodies into it.
When Eighth-Order cultivators faced the Ninth-Order Supreme Realm, they basically had no ability to resist. The best outcome was merely escaping with their lives.
Someone like Chen Fei, who could cross ranks at the Peak-Stage Eighth-Order and kill in return, was a rare existence even throughout the long river of the Ruin Realm's history. Within the Liang Clan, there was clearly no such monster.
However, once Eighth-Order cultivators were led by Ninth-Order experts and aided by a powerful array formation, that was an entirely different situation.
Thus, every clan's forces had their own grand protective arrays. Once they encountered an external enemy, every cultivator in the clan could, in truth, contribute a share of power.
Just like the Sky Trace Array at this moment. After many Eighth-Order Liang Clan members joined in, its power directly rose by several tenths, almost pushing the strength of this Ninth-Order Top-Grade Grand Array to the extreme.
Fu Daosheng stood in the air above Liang City, looking at Chen Fei, then glanced at the three pairs of wings behind him. A trace of doubt flashed through his eyes.
The Ninth-Order face and Aura before him felt somewhat familiar to Fu Daosheng. At the same time, the wings behind him looked far too much like the Liang Clan's Wings of the Hanging Sky. However, three pairs of wings required cultivating the inheritance of Wings of the Hanging Sky to the extreme before they could be condensed so easily.
It had already been many years since any Ninth-Order in the Liang Clan had cultivated Wings of the Hanging Sky to this level.
Suddenly, an image flashed