Li Baxian had indeed come with Feng Yuechan. At this moment, on the limited battlefield, he controlled his sword to slaughter enemies, never straying far from Feng Yuechan's side as he guarded her safety. Meanwhile, Spiritual Power surged around Feng Yuechan as spell after spell blasted forth, striking in every direction.
Their opponents numbered three. No, five!
One of them had already collapsed on the ground, dark red blood pooling beneath him. Whether he was alive or dead was unknown, but judging from his wounds, he had clearly fallen to Li Baxian.
Another stood outside the battlefield, Spiritual Power billowing around him as he continuously waved a Formation Flag in his hand.
This man was a Formation Cultivator. From the fluctuations of Spiritual Power around him, he was clearly a Tier Five Formation Cultivator.
The three fighting Li Baxian and Feng Yuechan were also at Tier Four or Tier Five.
At this moment, the expressions of all three were ghastly, their eyes overflowing with shock, solely because Li Baxian and Feng Yuechan were far too monstrous.
They had laid the ambush first and struck with an absolute advantage in numbers. Not only had they failed to take down these two immediately, but they had instead lost one of their own. Had their Formation Cultivator companion not promptly activated the Formation he had set up here in advance, the three of them would certainly have been no match.
Yet even with the Formation's aid, the three were still in dire straits. Those rainbow-like Sword Lights were terrifying in both speed and lethality, while the spells raining down were equally devastating.
Where had these two monsters crawled out from?
The bitterness in their mouths was worse than swallowing Coptis. They knew they had kicked an iron plate this time.
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