If only the strength on paper were counted, Ancestor Gu Liang's side held an overwhelming advantage.
Even setting aside the two Calamity Law Grandmasters, Ancestor Gu Liang and Xue Pingzhi, and excluding Qu Cheng, who had been forcibly added to the ranks, their side still had no fewer than seven Longevity True Men.
But actual combat could not be calculated that way.
The seven Longevity True Men were not all from the same sect, nor had they specially practiced combined attack arts. Their reactions, methods, cultivation techniques, and realms all differed. If they truly joined forces against an enemy in the confined underground space, even the collisions between their spiritual senses would become a tangled mess.
Everyone understood this. Thus, the plan had already assigned each person a position, using the talisman array to marshal all their strength together and draw out the greatest possible efficiency. Over the past few days, it had also been continuously adjusted and refined.
Yu Nan was absent now. Among the remaining six were quite a few proud and arrogant figures, but not one was a fool. With a sudden change upon them, though all had considerable confidence in themselves, none wanted to rush forward and play the hero. Following the established plan, most retreated, leaving only Shao Changping at the very front.
Song Gongyuan, who had been closing his eyes to suppress his injuries, was seized by Luo Yuniang and flung into the shadows behind them. He drifted down like a fallen leaf, light and unhurried, without affecting anything in the slightest.
At that moment, Shao Changping met the surging fire and smoke head-on. His waist and back straightened, and a wave of air rose around him. Though invisible, it was like a solid wall, blocking the fire and smoke.
In his early years,