"You two had better come back soon, or I'll have to search the whole world for you." Seeing Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng arrive through the air, Xiang Kuang and the others couldn't help but breathe a huge sigh of relief. Xiang Huaxin, standing nearby, also looked as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
"How are things?" Lu Xiaotian asked Xiang Huaxin.
"The armies of the various immortal dynasties and the Qin Clan are all in position. We've also received word from the Snowy Domain Demoness: the Demon Race's army has taken up its attack formation. The Ghost Race across from us is probably ready to strike as well," Xiang Huaxin said. "We were just waiting for you two to return, Lu. Now the decisive battle can begin."
"In that case, let's get started," Lu Xiaotian said.
That's exactly what I've been waiting to hear. Xiang Huaxin grumbled inwardly. It was the first time in his life that a Spirit Transformation patriarch like him had waited around for a junior at the Nascent Soul stage—but under the circumstances, he had no choice.
Xiang Huaxin stretched out his hand, and several scarlet spheres appeared in his palm. With a flick of his fingers, they shot into the sky. Boom! Boom! Boom! They became pillars of red flame that swept back and forth across the heavens and earth.
"Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!" The various immortal dynasties had sent out their elite forces for this battle. The troops packed around the flagship carrying Lu Xiaotian were the finest of the Xiang Kingdom's imperial guards. Farther out, the Seven-Color Army spearheaded a vast tide of troops formed with the border forces.
The formations of cultivators beat their dantian-origin magic weapons against their great shields. They threw back their heads and howled. Earlier,