"Move the battle formation forward and use its power to suppress this sonic-kill technique!" the golden-robed middle-aged man shouted furiously. The troops he had brought from the Great Sun Immortal Sect were highly disciplined, and were among the finest forces the sect had cultivated over tens of thousands of years. With a single order from him, without any need for further commands, the tens of thousands of sect troops floating in the void like a giant beast lying in wait each urged their warships toward the command ship. If they could arrive a little sooner, they might still save some of their fellow disciples.
They might even be able to surround and kill Lu Xiaotian within the battle formation.
The golden-robed middle-aged man was naturally unwilling to let Lu Xiaotian inflict such enormous losses on his troops while fighting alone. Several of those troops were his most prized disciples. Even if he could train a few more disciples, it would still consume a great deal of time and effort. For now, saving as many as he could was what mattered. Otherwise, it would also deal a tremendous blow to the prestige of the sect master.
The golden-robed middle-aged man spread out his artistic conception, seemingly transforming the void around him into a heavenly grotto. With a single step, the ends of the earth became as close as next door, and in the blink of an eye he was almost upon Lu Xiaotian. Within that blazing sun, the wheel of streaming fire slashed toward Lu Xiaotian once more.
Lu Xiaotian's artistic conception suddenly swept back as well. The heavenly grottoes of artistic conception, brimming with hostility on both sides, intertwined like ferocious beasts locked in a fight to the death. Naturally, control over their respective domains of artistic conception was no