The Great Battle

"Ha!"

The Flood Dragon King showed no fear. With a shake of his body, he transformed into a hundred-zhang-long dark green flood dragon, sweeping his tail out to clash with the three-headed, six-armed asura!

Riiip!

Blood sprayed across the sky. The flood dragon let out a mournful cry, and on the scales of its tail, a golden phantom suit of armor was suddenly stained with threads of blood.

"The Golden Scale Armor passed down through my clan... damn it..."

The Flood Dragon King flew into a rage and looked toward the other three, who were likewise under siege. "If those outside still don't make a move, I'm getting out of here first!"

At this moment, beyond the boundless sea of blood.

Wave after wave of cultivator groups stood with solemn faces, arrayed in orderly military formations.

Boom! Boom!

War drums made from the hides of third- and even fourth-rank demonic beasts thundered, the countless spirit patterns inscribed upon them flashing ceaselessly.

"Attack!"

With the command issued, countless magical artifacts and magic treasures fell into the sea of blood like a rain of light, battling the Blood Droplets and Blood Demons.

"Myriad Transformation Talisman!"

Several Nascent Soul Cultivators joined forces to unleash an incomparably massive spirit talisman.

The talisman was covered in dragon and phoenix script, countless cloud patterns spreading outward and transforming into one subsidiary talisman after another.

One mother talisman gave rise to ten thousand talismans!

The endless talismans became an ocean, even blasting the nearby sea of blood dry and revealing dark red earth!

"Quick... formation masters, move in... Spirit-Sealing Pillar!"

A Nascent Soul old monster shouted, "The other formation nodes are already prepared. Our Heavenly Talisman Sect can't fall behind either... This time, we've even brought out our ancestral spirit treasure. We can't afford to lose