The five-colored figure merely opened his mouth and spat, sending a five-colored ring flying straight at the giant roc's pecking beak. In a flash of lightning, it was about to slip around that enormous mouth.
The white giant roc was naturally unwilling to submit. It drew its neck back, beat its wings, and instantly shifted directions, tangling with the five-colored ring.
The two sides fought with blazing intensity, and for the moment, it was impossible to tell who was stronger. Yet the Witch Emperor remained relaxed, clearly far from his limit.
"Given the strength of people like you, you must rank quite highly among these major realms, yet you are nothing but a pack that knows only how to bully the few with the many!" the five-colored figure said, both shocked and enraged.
"You are only holding out for the moment by relying on the altar formation and those strange seeds. What right do you have to criticize others? If you truly have the ability, cast aside these external aids and let us have a proper fight. That would be fine as well," the Witch Emperor said indifferently.
Boom! Another explosion rang out, scattering much of Lu Xiaotian's divine sense. Behind the six interconnected altars, a separate space faintly emerged. Within it stood swathes of figures in single colors, two colors, or three colors.
Yet for now, there was only one five-colored figure—the one fighting the Witch Emperor.
These figures had assembled into a vast army and arranged themselves in a tightly disciplined formation. Their battle formation was founded on the Five Elements formation. Their gathered momentum surged forward, carrying a trace of primordial desolation.
In truth, once these altars had been destroyed and vast numbers of five-colored seeds had been sucked into the vortex, Lu Xiaotian and the Witch