Around Zhongchuan Ming, defensive barriers raised by dozens of powerful Void Refinement cultivators withstood the Five Elements storm. Five-colored light swept across the translucent barriers, sending ripples spreading over their surfaces, while visible cracks appeared in many places.
Everyone's expressions turned exceedingly grim at that moment, especially Zhongchuan Ming's. The howling storm at his ears was like a death knell, and the terrifying aura it emitted made him clearly understand that if his physical body were exposed to the Five Elements storm, it would be completely destroyed in less than three breaths.
"Protect His Highness the Heir! The rest of you, kill them!" an elder at the late Void Refinement stage roared.
The battle had already begun. It was certainly too late to retreat now; they could only fight to the death. But Zhongchuan Ming's life was the utmost priority and could not suffer the slightest mishap. Otherwise, even if their group managed to leave the Ancient Immortal Realm alive, they likely would not escape Prince Gong's assassins.
The Five Elements storm came swiftly and departed just as swiftly. The force it unleashed depended largely on how much energy Lin Chuan poured into the Five Spirit Feather Fan.
This time, Lin Chuan had practically gone all out. After lowering the fan, even the right hand holding the Five Spirit Feather Fan trembled slightly. Yet the terrifying power of that strike had already demonstrated the horror of this immortal artifact. The area within nearly a thousand meters had almost been leveled with a single sweep. The ground had been shorn away by dozens of meters, and the Maha Clan's remaining formations had been utterly wiped out.
This was the Ancient Immortal Realm, not the Central River Continent. The laws and land here were far stronger than those of Central River, yet