Zhao Dangran naturally heard Chen Henian's bitter-faced, exasperated plea for help, and hurried over as fast as he could. Yet inwardly, he muttered that things were probably turning out badly. Calculating the time, how could Lu Xiaotian, a cultivator who had only just formed his Nascent Soul, have held out for so long before Kuyu an Ghost King, a renowned powerhouse?
As Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Moonwatch Cultivation Realm, each of them was exceptionally precious. Especially amid the current crisis, they not only had to fight the ghost clans, but even if they drove the ghost clans away, they still had to guard against the Battlemoon Alliance returning. Losing even one would be a loss for Moonwatch.
The Ancient Sword Sect and Azure Elixir Palace stood at Moonwatch's head, so they naturally understood the severity of the situation.
Yet when Zhao Dangran arrived, he discovered that things were completely different. From afar, he caught a glimpse of the ghost ape, whose towering body was like a small mountain, being crushed almost to its knees beneath the Seven Prefectures Pagoda. Its body swayed, and Kuyu an, struggling to withstand the tower's spiritual radiance, looked ready to collapse at any moment. Meanwhile, the Fanluo Spiritfire on all four sides surged like a raging sea reaching the heavens.
The fellow everyone had assumed would be killed by Lu Xiaotian had instead suppressed Kuyu an Ghost King directly with astonishing ferocity. Even while fighting Kuyu an Ghost King, he had still raised a hand and blocked Lingquan Ghost King's strike from midair. Although he seemed to have been affected somewhat, a thread of blood had spilled from the corner of his mouth. Compared with Lu Xiaotian, however, Zhao Dangran had suffered a far greater impact.
At the same time, Zhao Dangran felt somewhat