"Bastard, what exactly is that junior from the Moonwatch Cultivation Realm trying to do?" Among the Nascent Soul ancestors of the War-Moon Alliance, several who had suffered the heaviest losses were hopping mad.
The others sat there with faces like thunderclouds. So many old monsters, yet they were utterly helpless against a Golden Core junior—it was like he was slapping each of them right across their old faces.
Any one of them could have easily dealt with Lu Xiaotian's five warships. Before the other side could even fire a cannon, they could have flown aboard and slaughtered everyone in a one-sided massacre.
The powerful defensive formations protecting the ships from Golden Core cultivators were nothing at all before Nascent Soul ancestors.
What infuriated them even more was that the sect masters, palace masters, and leaders of the various factions below were all asking them, the Nascent Soul ancestors, for help.
After all, although cultivators below the Golden Core stage were the ones fighting on the battlefield, the Nascent Soul ancestors were the ones calling the shots. But in this situation, their group had no good way to turn things around, and they could not even come up with a sufficient strategy to handle the crisis.
It was only after the refining grounds had been reduced to a complete mess and large numbers of prisoners had been snatched aboard the warships that the Nascent Soul ancestors finally understood Lu Xiaotian's intentions. He had come to rescue the prisoners. Only then did everyone breathe a little easier.
"Strictly speaking, apart from losing some ships transporting spirit ore and some prisoners, our other losses weren't all that great. Those with greater skill in artifact refining had their own caves for protection, and the spirit ore that fell to the ground will just be