Time slowly passed, and under Ji Chang's command, the Western Qi army split into several military formations.
Relying on the strength of their military formations, they continuously wore down the defenses of Wen Zhong's army. Wen Zhong responded calmly, directing his forces with perfect composure.
Drawing on his many years of experience in battle formations, he conserved his strength as much as possible.
He knew full well that this was a contest of time. It all came down to whether reinforcements would arrive first or they would be worn to death first.
Time slowly dragged on amid suffocating oppression. The Shang Army's defensive perimeter continued to shrink.
Yang Chan's forehead was beaded with sweat, and the light of the Lotus Treasure Lamp was no longer as dazzling as it had been at first.
Shi Ji's face had grown even paler, and the Life-and-Death Qi on the Cloud Light Life Death Scarf had also grown faint. Fatigue filled the faces of the remaining soldiers, but their eyes remained resolute.
Just as the defensive line was about to be compressed again, Wen Zhong, Yang Chan, and Shi Ji sensed something. They abruptly raised their heads and looked toward the distant horizon.
At almost the same time, Guangchengzi, Chi Jingzi, and the other immortals of the Chan School also suddenly turned their heads, their expressions changing slightly.
From the direction of Zhaoge, a vast expanse of immortal radiance streaked across the sky at incredible speed. A clear, cold female shout rang out and reached everyone's ears below.
"Disciple, don't panic. Master is here. Fellow Martial Brothers of the Chan School, what skill is there in bullying a junior? Why don't we have a contest and see who is stronger?"
Before her voice had even faded, a dazzling Ruyi flew in from the horizon