Three clones led the others out, their auras unfathomably deep. All three were at the Mahayana late stage.
Following close behind were five Mahayana middle-stage clones and nine Mahayana early-stage clones. They emerged in single file, silently spreading out to surround the beast, which rivaled a star in size, from every direction.
With his essence injured and nearly half his dharma power depleted, Ying Feng tacitly withdrew to the rear of the formation once the last clone had emerged.
One clone casually tossed him a jade bottle. Ying Feng caught it, uncorked it without hesitation, and swallowed the pure immortal qi within in one gulp, swiftly replenishing his depleted reserves.
Eighteen terrifying auras, sharing a single origin yet each independent, interwove in the void into an invisible net that spanned heaven and earth.
"..."
Opposite them, the colossal Star Beast's two continent-sized eyes had lost every trace of their eternal indifference.
Its enormous body, vast enough to blot out the starlight, abruptly recoiled despite itself.
For the first time in its life, so long that it was measured in epochs, it felt the foreboding of imminent catastrophe.
Roar-!
A soundless roar exploded through the void. The Star Beast refused to sit and wait for death.
Its four enormous claws stamped fiercely against the void. Its massive body seemed to move slowly, but that was only when measured against stars.
To Mahayana cultivators, the speed of light had long ceased to be unattainable. The Star Beast moved no slower than light, its immense body charging straight toward the weakest point in the encirclement-Ying Feng.
It intended to tear through these ants' formation with its incomparable mass and speed!
Yet the crushing rout it had imagined never came.
The eighteen clones shared their thoughts, acting as one.
The instant the Star Beast