At this moment, on the desolate plain below, the battle had already reached an indescribably tragic degree.
The hostile sect masters had clearly run out of patience.
Though they held an absolute advantage in numbers, they still could not swiftly and completely subdue Kunpeng Son, who had recovered to his peak, Qi Daolin, who had mastered the Dao arts of a hundred schools, and the two divine birds descended from Kunpeng, whose combat strength was fearsome.
The longer this dragged on, the more variables there would be. These sect masters understood that well.
Lord of Heavenly Kingdom snorted coldly. From the blood-dripping chariot of slaughter, countless wronged souls let out shrill wails, transforming into a sea of blood that swept toward Kunpeng Son.
Sword Valley Master bit his fingertip and smeared a drop of his life essence blood onto the divine sword in his hand.
The divine sword instantly erupted with Sword Qi that shot into the heavens, carrying a faint power capable of tearing apart the laws of Immortal Ancient as it struck straight toward Qi Daolin's back.
The leaders of forces such as the Demon Dragon Dao Sect and Fire Cloud Cave also put away their conventional precious arts, beginning to employ all kinds of sinister trump cards passed down through their respective Dao lineages.
Some unleashed bone-corroding black mist tainted by ancient curses, hoping to erode the divine birds' wings; others hurled out a killing formation forged from the bones of primordial fierce beasts, intending to trap Shi Hao and the others within and leave them to die.
All manner of insidious and vicious methods emerged one after another, poured down without regard for cost upon Shi Hao and the others sheltered at the center.
Faced with such a desperate siege, the pressure on Qi Daolin, Kunpeng