"I misjudged City Lord Wumen just now. If we manage to leave this place alive later, I will apologize to him properly." Feeling an aura of unprecedented severity that far surpassed anything before, Lu Yuanzi spoke to the Lotus Avatar with a face full of remorse.
"You can't really be blamed for that situation just now. No use dwelling on it—let's join forces to break the formation before us first. Even though we are trapped within the formation, it doesn't mean Palace Master Penglin holds absolute victory in the palm of his hand. If that were truly the case, there would be no need for him to resort to such underhanded schemes."
The Lotus Avatar shook his head. Right now, his only concerns were his own personal safety and the remaining sword stele fragments left within the formation.
"Want to break the formation? Keep dreaming—all of you are going to die here." Palace Master Penglin let out a grim laugh. Having half his Primordial Spirit destroyed just now meant that even if he still held trump cards hidden within the other sword stele fragments, such a loss could hardly be considered insignificant.
Ten shimmering white dragons roared and charged once again, mighty white flames swirling around their forms. Their momentum was several times more ferocious than before, leaving everything within the reach of divine sense and line of sight a vast, blinding white.
The ten shimmering white dragons actually gave off the grand and tragic impression of tens of thousands of troops galloping into battle. Even Lu Yuanzi and Palace Master Bingyuan could not help but feel a sense of their own insignificance.
"Join forces to check their momentum first!" Seeing that Lu Yuanzi and Palace Master Bingyuan, whose strengths were slightly inferior, were completely suppressed by the oppressive aura.