Two First-Tribulation Emperors, plus troops from one direction...
Wuxian was more than confident he could handle them.
But if another Eternal Night Wolf King joined in, it would be hard to say. He had to deal with Ling Liaoyuan first.
For the time being, Wuxian would not kill Ling Liaoyuan or Ling Wangjiao. He still needed to obtain the Nine Heavens Essence Blood from them, or an entirely new Nine Heavens Sword Dao.
Rumble...
Wuxian charged out on the spot, while Ling Liaoyuan merged as one with his mount and faced the terrifying Second-Tribulation Emperor with the Army-Slaying Formation.
In a mere instant... Ptoo! Ptoo! Ptoo! Ptoo! Ptoo!
A vast number of Heaven-Soaring Palace troops spat blood under Wuxian's single blast. Wuxian alone was like an army of ten thousand, forcing Ling Liaoyuan and the others to retreat again and again. The feeling of imminent collapse kept surging forth.
He desperately held on.
Yet in the blink of an eye, the Glazed Sword Peng was bleeding all over from the bombardment, while Ling Liaoyuan, too, coughed up blood repeatedly.
"Trash is trash—far too weak!" Wuxian laughed wildly.
Ling Liaoyuan's entire body turned ice-cold. Suddenly, he shouted toward the Heaven-Soaring Main Hall, "Hurry up and help me!"
He looked at Ling Yuyue, but the one he was actually calling for was the Demonic-Form Spirit Shadow.
At the Demonic-Form Spirit Shadow's instruction, Ling Yuyue spoke softly, "Palace Lord, hold on."
Of course I know I need to hold on, but I really can't hold on anymore.
Boom! Boom!
Ling Liaoyuan and his mount were blasted brutally to the ground once again.
Nearly half of all the troops had died, while the remaining half were all severely wounded. The Army-Slaying Formation had already been shattered by the bombardment. People were going to die.