The Battlemoon Alliance fleet had already fallen into a disadvantage. Dozens of warships still remained, but more than half were damaged, and over half of its dozen-odd flying warships, the fleet's main force, had also been hit. Now five warships, almost entirely unscathed and firing at full force, came cutting in from the flank. How could the fleet possibly hold them back?
One after another, the Battlemoon Alliance's flying kite warships and flying warships had their defenses torn open by spirit cannons. Cannon fire smashed into their decks, leaving devastation in its wake and countless dead and wounded.
From time to time, a Battlemoon Alliance warship plunged from overhead. Some broke apart in midair, exploding into countless splinters of wood; others trailed billowing smoke as they lurched drunkenly through the sky like enormous beasts, then crashed to the ground with a thunderous boom.
On the ground, Lu Xiaotian's sudden arrival had made both the silver-armored woman and Di Yao deeply wary of his Haoyin Gourd. Neither dared face him directly, while the other Golden Core Cultivators had long since been terror-stricken by his slaughter.
Lu Xiaotian had no intention of deliberately hunting those people down. When he spotted the sinister members of the Ghost Corpse Sect, he flew straight at them and attacked. Like Di Yao, the other cultivators hardly dared approach him in small numbers. Those who gathered in larger groups feared being frozen solid by the bone-chilling Yinli Ice Mist, like the corpse puppets, and then easily cut down.
With their misgivings holding them back, Lu Xiaotian easily fought his way into the ranks of the Ghost Corpse Sect. If those people managed to produce more corpse puppets, they would indeed pose a considerable threat.
But aside from controlling corpse puppets, the Ghost Corpse Sect members were not