The Extraterritorial Beings discovered something that baffled them.
Every time they brought out a method of attack, the other side had a corresponding countermeasure.
When a light cannon fired, someone on the other side raised a shield of light and bounced it straight back along its original path.
When curse-like dark mist came spewing over, disciples on the Flying Boat behind them formed hand seals and diverted its flow, steering it off course.
The Spaceship's thrusters accelerated as it charged forward, only for it to ram headlong into the enemy's illusion Formation. It was like crashing into a swamp—the harder it charged, the deeper it sank.
Some of the Extraterritorial Beings began reassessing the group before them.
Their own race might indeed be numerous, but the other side possessed no small number of races as well.
Humanoid ones, beast-shaped ones, scaled ones, winged ones, plant-shaped ones, semi-transparent Spirit Body forms—there was everything.
And behind them, there was even a dedicated logistics team.
Some were responsible for directing the Formation, some for transporting the wounded, some specifically for resupplying the front lines with Talismans and Dharma Artifacts. There were even Cultivators keeping their eyes fixed on the enemy ranks, calling out every change in the opponent's tactics in advance. Their defenses were watertight.
This was not the look of a force hastily responding to battle.
It was as though the roles of invader and victim had been reversed.
Thus, the Extraterritorial Beings decided to capture the ringleader first. They carefully observed the core figures aboard the opposing Flying Boats.
In their imagination, the leader would generally be in the core combat zone, directing the battle under everyone's protection.
Yet Xuandu was now charging at the very front, killing to his heart's content. Of course, he had not forgotten to keep watch