With the Grand Academician at the core, everyone's attacks formed an orderly whole. This was an array formation, and also the foundation of Huaixu Martial Dao. Even the lords, who had never seriously studied such matters and possessed strength alone, had learned something of coordination through constant exposure.
But in the end, it was only imitation, not true understanding.
The Grand Academician's retreat caused the Spirit Fiend that had been pressing forward as one to surge back. This should not have been much of a problem. At most, it would waste a little power; afterward, like a fist drawing back before striking, they could build up an even greater momentum.
But that was something only martial artists and martial arrays with seamless coordination could accomplish. For these Heavenly Officials and Emperor Bloods—who were not adept at Battle Technique, had long occupied high positions, and were accustomed to wielding authority rather than truly fighting—a sudden change in circumstances meant only one thing...
They had no idea what to do.
"Fuck, how could they be this stupid?!"
The Grand Academician was horrified. How could he have imagined that his colleagues and that pack of Emperor Bloods would be so useless? But that was simply how it was. If they had not been useless, they would never have been left behind in Xuantian Palace. They would have been kept at the side of the Civil and Martial Emperor Thrones, or assigned to govern a region in practice.
At this moment, he watched in stunned disbelief as all the Martial Arts and Supernatural Abilities, all the blades, swords, lights, and shadows that had originally been hurtling toward Bai Qinghan began to clash and shatter against one another due to all manner of mistakes. In an instant, they burst into a sky-filling mist of Spirit