Chongyun, Chonghai, and the others had each absorbed some of the Heavenly Mulberry Sacred Tree's aura, and their understanding of the Mulberry Moon Battle Formation was now far beyond what it had been before. Without Lu Xiaotian taking part, the formation's full might would inevitably be greatly reduced, but it had still barely reached the Celestial Immortal level. Though dealing with these utterly demoralized, abandoned, scattered immortal troops would take no small effort, it was just enough.
As Chongyun, Chonghai, and the others assembled an incomplete Mulberry Moon Battle Formation and rampaged through the immortal troops, Lu Xiaotian sat cross-legged in midair. To guard against other potential foes, he maintained a connection with the formation, ready to step in at any moment if anything unexpected happened.
Chongyun and the others had assembled their incomplete Mulberry Moon Battle Formation and unleashed a fresh wave of slaughter amid the chaotic immortal troops. Lu Xiaotian, meanwhile, sat cross-legged in the air, carefully reflecting on the different insights he had gained from his earlier battles with several Celestial Immortal-level experts. In particular, after the Mulberry Moon Battle Formation had merged with some of the Heavenly Mulberry Sacred Tree's aura, that vigorous, tremendous vitality had filled his body. It had felt as though his strength flowed without end. Its total amount had not changed, but he seemed no longer to feel fatigue.
At the same time, Lu Xiaotian could sense the space where the Heavenly Mulberry Sacred Tree had existed closing up again as the tree vanished. His connection to it had weakened. He had a premonition that unless he deepened his understanding of its aura now, that feeling would only grow fainter. He had no time even to concern himself with the Extreme Dragon Gate still suspended in midair.
The din of battle and