More than a dozen attacks swept across the sky, aiming to smash the two spacecraft to pieces. "They actually dared to land right on the battlefield. They're asking for it. Do they think they're Ling Que?" sneered the man fighting A Fan.
A Fan gritted his teeth. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the ground and the clothes of the woman he was protecting. She felt despair. They were doomed. She should never have come; she would have been better off staying at Shangwu Academy. Looking at A Fan protecting her, she remembered how she had mocked him for losing his only World Transfer Stone. Yet as her life neared its end, he was the one protecting her. The world was full of surprises. If she survived this, she would repay him properly.
The dozen or so attacks failed to destroy the two spacecraft. A hatch opened on one of them in midair, and a young man appeared. He easily stopped the attacks, allowing the other spacecraft to land safely.
Many people on the mountain range stared in astonishment. One person had actually stopped attacks from more than a dozen others. He was incredible. But on a chaotic battlefield, the stronger you were, the more trouble you attracted, because everyone would gang up on you.
Lu Yin stood steadily on the mountain range, gazing at the dark red earth. There was hardly any vegetation among the mountains, and all around him, a crowd of red-eyed Extreme Realm cultivators charged at him.
He glanced around. It seemed he couldn't make too much of a show of himself. In that case, he'd use Wave Palm and Void Splitting Palm. He had mastered these two battle techniques back on Earth, and they required no star energy to use, making