As for Lin Huaqing, there was even less need to mention it. He had fallen from the realm of a Golden Immortal powerhouse, and in a crisis, he could still unleash some of a Golden Immortal's might. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to barely withstand that strike from the Fangtian Halberd earlier.
"Dragon warriors, form up! Follow me and slay the enemy!" Lu Xiaotian's shadow flickered, and two figures split off from his body. They were his projection clones. He'd been fairly lucky earlier: of the three projection clones he'd sent out, two had survived intact and, after wandering for some time, had returned to his true body. Otherwise, with Lu Xiaotian's cultivation, he wouldn't have been able to use the projection art again in such a short time.
The two projections both possessed the combat strength of Celestial Immortals, but they were nowhere near a match for Lin Hua Yi. However, with the formation to rely on, using the two projection clones to lead the battered dragon formation against the enemy and hold them back was no problem.
The more than four hundred remaining dragon soldiers answered with a thunderous roar. They'd been terribly frustrated under the pressure of the two Qilin powerhouses. Now, as Lu Xiaotian's projections joined the formation, the aura emanating from the broken formation suddenly surged. So many of their kin had been slaughtered by the enemy, and the hatred and killing intent of the surviving dragon soldiers had reached its peak. The dragons who survived this ordeal would surely make tremendous progress in their cultivation in time.
"You were once a Golden Immortal powerhouse. I've been wanting to see what you can do. Stay here." Seeing Lin Huaqing move to attack the dragon formation again, Lu Xiaotian reached out and grabbed at the