Yin Han, Hu Xiulong, and the other Bat Clan powerhouses surged with renewed momentum. They had been worried that if they lost in the end, the Bat Clan's elite forces would sink into ruin alongside Lu Xiaotian.
Now that the tide had turned, Yin Han and the others naturally refused to pass up this rare opportunity. As long as they could keep the Sinful Dragon Demon Monk tied down, the battle was already decided. They could surely leave one or two enemies at the Immortal Lord level behind.
Yin Han and the others hadn't expected that the one they'd manage to keep would necessarily be the Sinful Dragon Demon Monk. After all, Lu Xiaotian was the only new high-level fighter on their side.
If a few ordinary Primordial Spirit bodies broke free and rashly joined the fray, they might actually hamper the Bat Shadow Merging Heaven Formation. One careless move could let the Sinful Dragon Demon Monk seize an opening to grievously wound them—or even kill several of them—and break out of the formation.
They would need either enough Primordial Spirit body powerhouses to win through sheer numbers, or to form a practiced formation like Yin Han and the others and fight as one.
Another possibility was someone with astonishing combat instincts, like Wen Yan or Jin Tong. With a sufficient number of allies, they could rely on instinct to choose the best way to fight together, casting aside every distraction as they fought.
Otherwise, trying to win through numbers alone was unwise. The slightest misstep could exact a terrible price.
Over a hundred bat shadows darted around at astonishing speed. One bone wheel after another exploded into a sky full of dust. The Sinful Dragon Demon Monk's figure flickered, splitting into countless afterimages.
Yin Han and the others reacted